Subject: Words from the Dead

""We bring healing for the fallen, Weasel Slayer."

Kubalc looks warily at the party, and his guards step forward as Buchek begins to approach. Their chieftain waves them aside with his hand, and they step back, still with spears to the ready.

"You bear the markings of the dead... are you a servant of Khoftak come to speak on his behalf? What business do you have in this realm?"

As he speaks, the young shaman approaches, eyeing Buchek suspiciously. He calls out after a moment of thought, less contentious than the warrior and more inquisitive.

"You say you bring healing... what healing can the dead give the living? Or are you an ancestor spirit that has lead these men to our encampment to aid us?"

All assembled are wary of Buchek's movements, as though none of them are sure what he is capable of. Buchek recognizes the markings of the Kubalcat from his youth - their leader is renowned for his prowess in battle, as shown today. He is sure that these men would know of the Cushat, and definitely know the Tossucat - likely why they have become so nomadic.

Holn also recognizes the tribal name, and once again marvels at how the young shaman so easily took the role of his elder. His own teacher had spoken of such ways to him before, but the purity in this transition amazed him.

The rest of the party is suddenly aware of the tension of the moment, each again conspicuously aware of the scar and tattoo adorning Buchek's face.

[ODM: Clara - what is Kayla doing all this time? Has she left the equipment to come down to the clearing? Or is she trying to move the donkeys by herself along the road, hoping for some entrance to the clearing? What's up?]