The small group of foreigners was already awaiting the natives when they lazily approached the modest campsite mounted on their dromedaries and got close enough to spot their menacing frowns.
The morning sun was barely beginning to rise over the figures of the two meeting crews. One comprised of about twenty indistinct people covered in bast fiber tunics from head to toe, the other being a reduced squad of heterogeneous strangers armed to the teeth.
-Keep walking, Kephian! – Phomtek shouted out in a purposefully warning tone to the man at the front – Nothing to see here, so, just carry on!
-Oh, I wouldn’t exactly call your presence unworthy of seeing, Cahenean – The tribesman mockingly responded, tilting his head at him with curiosity – You know? It is not very often that we get visitor
