Throughout the day’s journey we had the sense of being watched, though our scouts brought back no report of any sightings, neither man nor beast stirring. Yet, even as we made amp for the night, so a man, dressed in animal skins and with blood staining his face, emerged from the gathering dusk. Clearly heedless of the fact that he had just walked into an armed encampment, he demanded my presence, before planting his spear into the earth at my feet. “You have trespassed on our lands,” he stated bluntly, accent strange. “Speak well now or die.”
Army Encounter
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Effects and outcomes to be documented.