The walk back to the hut was quiet, the both of us occupied by our thoughts. Just as Skylar reached out to push the animal hide flap open, we heard a flurry of hurried footsteps rushing toward us.
We swiveled around without missing a beat, only to come face-to-face with a bunch of tribal elders walking our way—the old chieftain was leading them to where we were. Each of them had an expectant look on their face.
"What are they here for at this hour?" I mustered the friendliest, albeit most awkward, smile I could as I muttered the question to Skylar under my breath. The group of aged men drew closer and closer, and I chanced a quick glance at the sky. Dawn has yet to break. What are they doing, coming over so early?
"It should be for the potatoes, right?" Skylar took a wild guess, throwin
