WodenKrait wrote:
I carefully inspect the area of the struggle, picking up, studying, and then discarding tufts of grass, handfuls of dirt, and twigs. Finally I pick up a shiny but otherwise nondescript pebble and after carefully inspecting it, put in my pack.
Kharille wrote:
Well, time to move on. Kuublu thanks Ammu, his presence has been a blessing, who knows, he might've lost his donkey if he travelled alone or may have been wounded. He will advise travellers of the pile of carcasses, and that if late in the day they should try to burn it, and who knows what other creatures it may attract...
The two men move on, washing up at the well and drinking their fills.
They travel for another half day before coming to a small village set against the side of a rock face, the village is surrounded by a formidable stake fence but the gate is open and there are sounds of laughter within...
The village was evidently celebrating something as there were a number of goats and kudu roasting on spits over coal fires and a great deal of palm wine was being consumed. A man dressed in a rough approximation of a baboon witha carved mask and red wooden buttocks laid over his skins danced around groups of women and children making hooting sounds and drawing screams and laughter..
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