A brute with a soul
The humans burst out in a panic, their first instinct to scream wildly upon coming into contact with the searing hot desert air.
The lizardmen stepped back to enjoy the show, snickering and laughing in low voices while watching the confused humans fumble over one another trying to make sense of the situation.
The frog demihuman that lorded over them also seemed amused albeit to a lesser degree, especially since its attention was swiftly pulled elsewhere. It sat up to focus its protruding eyes on a scene further down the dunes where one of the groups of lizardmen pulled down a single sack from the largest plant in the vicinity.
Its eyes narrowed in curiosity but it did not bother to stop or even warn them, simply choosing to watch on silently.
The group of five dragged the sack over and threw it with the rest. One of them knelt to cut it open but before the dagger could even come close a hand shot out of the sack and grabbed its hand.