Yes

When approaching the camp, you felt uneasy, like someone had their eyes on you. The rest of your company was also on a lookout, nervously checking out every corner.

"Stop right there."

From the thin air a shape materialized, and then took a colour of a green woman covered in scales.

"Who are you? Friend or foe?" She asked, while showing her split tongue. She had a good looking face and a fit body. Her scales in her head created a mosaic that looked very similar to a bob cut hairstyle. The rest of her body seemed to shift all the time in shades of green.

"Friend?" You asked more than answered. It didn't matter. She moved in front of you and then looked at you and your companions.

"You must be the group that Aisha saw from the sky. You don't look dangerous. Well, except for you." She stated as she looked at Layla. Spider girl only hissed and showed her tongue in response.

"I promise you that we mean no harm." You said while raising your arms. "Even Layla, despite her physique, won't do anything as long as we are not in danger."

She considered you words.

"Come, then. I am Cas, from the tribe of salamanders."

"Nice to meet you, Cas. I am..."

"Let's leave the rest of the introductions till we meet the master." She interrupted you.

"The master?" She nodded. "Well, lead on, then."

She guided you through the wet grass into small clearing. It was filled with tents and in the center of it was a big bonfire. Sitting around you noticed monster girls of all kinds. In the middle of it, right next to bonfire, sat a man.

"... never surpassed in the dark, lamentable catalogue of human crime. Oh, that man had a pure talent to writing and rethorics. And when he spoke he was a true orator." You heard him say to a petite girl with blue hair sitting on his lap. Whatever he was talking about sounded familiar. "I... Well, let's leave that story for later, my lovely nymph, I believe we have visitors. Do you mind getting off from my lap for a moment?"

The man stood up and approached you. He was shorter than you, and older, his brown hair already showing the signs of balding. He didn't carry any weapon, and his clothing was a simple robe with leather jacket on top of it. He did wear pants, but what got your attention were the shoes, similar to the ones you were wearing. Another traveler.

"As I live and breathe, I didn't expect to see another human in this wilderness. Another traveler heading west, that's curios at the very least." He measured you with his eyes. "But where are my manners, my name is Ronald. Ronald Turner. And who might you be, fellow man?" He asked. You couldn't quite pin point his accent, it was somewhere between American and Australian.

"David Trent." You shook his hand. "Those are Kelara, Layla and Doris."

"Oh, it's always a pleasure to see one of your kind, centaur." Kelara's face got a bit red when he kissed her hand." Then Ronald's attention turned to Layla. "A spider? I must say, I never spoke to anyone from your species. But the stories I heard about your sisters are quite astonishing, can't wait to see what are you capable of."

For some reason Layla didn't even speak, she just dropped her head and nodded at his words.

"And a fairy, most interesting. I heard you can sense our emotions and intentions. Do you mind telling me what I feel?"

"You feel joy." She answered fast.

"Of course, I am overjoyed to see another human, and his beautiful companions. Come on, sit by the fire with me."

You looked around. Layla, Kelara and Doris were already following him.

As you sat on the fallen tree next to bonfire, you could see monster girls more clearly. Except for the nymph, all of them were busy with something. There was a centaur girl cleaning a set of swords. A minotaur one with feisty red long hair chopping wood nearby. A harpy sitting on the nearest tree, observing the area. Two identical cat girls were warming next to camp fire. And, of course, you couldn't not see a giant, at least twelve feet tall woman. Kelara explained earlier that those huge foot prints you saw earlier probably belonged to goliath. Whatever that woman was - this one word fit her completely.