The beaten human realizes the new group, including the dead-looking guy and the giant dragon-man aren’t trying to kill him either. He slowly stands up, dusting himself off. “Um, well, I guess you’re not here to hurt me either… Long story short, we got attacked by a bunch of bandits. They went north-east, further into the jungle, with all the stuff I brought from Ferrinzo to trade, and all the furs the hunters had brought here.”
He looks around, finds a small stool that avoided the worst damage and rights it. He sits down on it, breathing a little heavily. First, nearly dying, then getting scared by the ape-man and furry purple woman, then the dead guy and dragon-man. What a day…