Hammerfists of Aladrov
The swamp ruled by Lizardfolk tribes. HOT HUMID, MESSY. Goblins. All that good stuff. The lizardfolk ambush human traders for their metal. When the heroes entered the swampish jungle, they were ambushed by many blue scales (Xartan tribe).
They were asked to leave immediately or be decimated.
Lizardfolk speak in literals or verbs and act upon survival instinct. They have no concept of alignment or metaphors. Instead of “I am cold” it is “the wind brings cold” or instead of “that stinks” it is “there is decomposing meat”. Everything has a meaning to them. They do not understand names, so they call other beings things they can associate it with. They do not fear things, only know that some things are bad and can get them killed while others are not.