The raptor rider comes closer finally, all the details about his persona becoming visible to everyone.
What before appeared to be plants coming out of his head, is actually his hair, dark brown in essence, decorated with a number of leaves and petals that got stuck and he didn't bother to take out. The hair, which was once dishevelled and unwashed, is now somewhat cleaner than in Saerb and arranged in several rasta, falling to the middle of the man's back.
Another interesting feature is that he really is covered in ivy. Apparently originating from a choker around his neck, the ivy extends throughout his body, covering it all except face, hands and feet. Hanging from his neck is also an amulet with the shape of a scorpion, made of what looks like a golden mineral of unknown source, amber in colour. On his back, a snake-skin cloak extends to the sides of his saddle, though how the craftsman managed to make it look like one piece of skin surpasses you; no snake is big enough to yield so much skin.
Looking at his face, one immediately notes the strange hue to his colour. He seems to be somewhat dark of colour like those people on the sun-lit countries, but it seems to be mixed with a strange green substance that covers his face and his body as well. A closer inspection reveals that it seems some kind of mold growing on his skin, or maybe a plant or lichen. Whatever it is, it doesn't bother him at all. His eyes are dark brown like the deepest creases of the forest and are semi-closed, though he is attentive to his surroundings. His lips form a slight smile, as if he knows of a joke the others don't.
Seeing Garak's raised hand, Kesendaran chuckles and rises his own, responding to the greeting. The shadowed-one seems somewhat pleased to see him, even if 'pleased' is a strange word to attribute to the tiefling. Another one of the caravan greets Kesendaran, to which the shaman gives a stare. Not a hard one, he just... stares.
Ghar'ra gains an interest for that particular humanoid, extending his neck to sniff him. It is only then that Martin may notice how fearsome it is to have such a big head with so many big teeth extending in his direction, even though the creature is visibly curious and not alarmed. The raptor sniffs the air and then brings his head back again, growling softly. The shaman pats his animal's neck, calming it, and then replies to the greeting with a few words.
Greetin's. I be seein' dat ye've made some new acquaintances, aye Shadowed One? His first words go to Garak, half-teasing, half-recognizing the new additions. Many many t'ings be interestin'. Da road had plenty o' interestin' t'ings ta see. But I be moah interest'd in wut is ta come, rather than wut 'as pass'd. He extends his hand forward, showing Martin his intention on continuing march and sends Ghar'ra forward, the lizard moving his heavy feet, one after the other, with no effort at all.