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The sun was rising over the mushroom jungle and light slipped into the clearing, drowning out the light of the bonfire. The light slipped into the hut that was occupied by the village's shaman. Lethe groaned and brought his hand to his face to rub his eyes. He swung his feet off the side of his cot and stood up, his feet bare against the cool of the ground beneath them. At the foot of his cot were his clothes, a pair of sandals, brown pants and a leather chest plate. He slipped them on before walking out into the morning air, grabbing his red half-robes that hung next to the doorway.
Outside, the bonfire still blazed. Just as it had the night before, eight months ago when he had first come here, and even before that. He set a pot filled with his breakfast over a portion of the fire to warm up. As he waited, he looked in the direction of the Chieftain's hut and was surprised to find that the Chieftain was only a few meters away, and walking his way. He stood up to greet the Tendril. "Good morning Chieftain." The Tendril nodded, "And the same goes to you, Lethe."
At this point the pot was warm, so Lethe turned to it and removed it from the fire. "I have breakfast warmed up if you'd like some." The other merely shook his head. "Thank you, but I have already eaten. I came to speak to you of a matter." Lethe removed the lid of the pot and began to scoop some out into a bowl for himself. "What's the matter?" "A mantis crab has made its way closer to the village than is...warranted. Later today I'd like you to go out and deal with it, a few of the warriors will be sent with you." A mantis crab, he had seen several dead, but never one alive. Their meat was edible but mainly used in a few sickness recipes. Red had told him about the mantis and its weakness.
He nodded. "I'll take care of it." The Chieftain merely nodded and turned to walk back to his hut. Lethe dipped his finger into the breakfast bowl and pulled out a green goop. He stuck it into his mouth and ate. Can't fight a mantis crab on an empty stomach.
Outside, the bonfire still blazed. Just as it had the night before, eight months ago when he had first come here, and even before that. He set a pot filled with his breakfast over a portion of the fire to warm up. As he waited, he looked in the direction of the Chieftain's hut and was surprised to find that the Chieftain was only a few meters away, and walking his way. He stood up to greet the Tendril. "Good morning Chieftain." The Tendril nodded, "And the same goes to you, Lethe."
At this point the pot was warm, so Lethe turned to it and removed it from the fire. "I have breakfast warmed up if you'd like some." The other merely shook his head. "Thank you, but I have already eaten. I came to speak to you of a matter." Lethe removed the lid of the pot and began to scoop some out into a bowl for himself. "What's the matter?" "A mantis crab has made its way closer to the village than is...warranted. Later today I'd like you to go out and deal with it, a few of the warriors will be sent with you." A mantis crab, he had seen several dead, but never one alive. Their meat was edible but mainly used in a few sickness recipes. Red had told him about the mantis and its weakness.
He nodded. "I'll take care of it." The Chieftain merely nodded and turned to walk back to his hut. Lethe dipped his finger into the breakfast bowl and pulled out a green goop. He stuck it into his mouth and ate. Can't fight a mantis crab on an empty stomach.