There are small clusters of houses a bit outside down, mostly without any activity around them. One person is chopping firewood with a speed and precision that doesn't quite fit an ordinary human. A group of kids watched over by a matron doing something in a circle near the woods. A few of the people here have grey skin rather than the various shades of 'pale' on the humans present. Some of them have odd hair or eye colors. One woman has a crab claw instead of a hand.
...There turns out to be a low wall surrounding the town, only about six feet high, plus a gatehouse/watchtower at the beachside entrance to the town, with a telescope mounted in it, looking out to sea.
The armored man at the gate has bright red eyes and shouts to her, "Ho, stranger! Speak with honor." This phrase sets up a - pressure. It's harder to consider lying and trickery, now. "What brings you here, and what are your intentions in town?"