Midian Rightson, human druid
Having circled several times overhead and satisfied himself there is no other threat nearby, Midian angles down toward the others, his seagull form molting away into his human self once again. I high, quick whistle calls Garuk to his side as he observes the native.
"We don't want to fight--or enslave--anyone," Midian says. "If you've been watching us for any length of time, you'd see we're fighting the beasts the other outsiders are calling forth."