Thread:Eureka Enderborn/@comment-26184570-20160509145550/@comment-26184570-20160516224243

They guide you to a large grouping of oddly colorful wagons, with lots of writting on them (I already showed you the Antuhsas writting system, it's basically Abjadic Devanagari). They are being pulled by teams of oxen, and alongside them are horsemen and dogs, herding large groups of sheep and cattle. They all seem to look strangely at the foreigners, and bow to their chieften, who says to them in his language, in a wavering, nervice tone (which they find strange): "These are our honored guests. Do not disobey or be rude to them, unless you want me to personally ensure your death." With that, many of the people start muttering to eachother in confusion. He then screams: "YOU HEARD ME!"