Kintla Flatlands Hm, who is that?

Cassidy, who had been lingering between the top corner of the Naaghi Lowlands and the Kintla flatlands, had been merrily prancing along when he stopped. There was someone on the horizon looking at him, and he looked at them. His young curiosity once again took over, and he briskly walked to this stranger. He stopped again about 10 feet away. “Hello!” He barked, “Who are you?”