Keston calls out to the lizardfolk warriors, then steps into the torchlight. The hulking scaled humanoids snap to alertness, bristling with jagged clubs and flexing sharp talons at the sight of the young man. As he steps forward the creatures emit low hisses as they slowly spread out around the chamber sizing up the intruder. While clearly close to hurling themselves at Keston in a battle frenzy, one of the lizardfolk with bright war-paint across his eye responds slowly to him in their crude dialect "Human. Sit here. Wait" It gestures Keston into the room to sit by the fire in the middle of the room as it makes to depart down the southwest passageway. The others grip their weapons in their scaled claws with obvious anticipation.