Atl glanced at Half-mane as she took a hold the trophy, and said something about hiding it, and spoke of the weakness of the villagers. Atl glanced around, as he saw many in tears, crying at the war. Atl, knew this was correct. They were weak. Atl had to fix that. Atl quickly yelled out as he drew the attention of the villagers. "Woman! ... First, good work in get other tribesmen. Second! REBUILD. ATL, REBUILD TRIBE. STRONGER." That is when he realized many people were looking at him nervousily, because he did have a human hand around his neck. 

Atl quickly placed it on the ground. "No look hand. Listen." He glanced at the woman he saved earlier, "Y-yes! We should give him a shot, I mean, he even took the time to save me." The consensus was growing, that, it'd probably be a good idea to listen to Atl. "OKAY. WE WORK."
------
[center][b]Tyne's Hall[/b][/center]
--------

"[i]A Savage[/i]." Said a man who was clutching a bleeding arm, "T-this can't be." he said, still completely and utterly baffled that he wasn't being murdered horribly right now, and that one of the regular looking folks wasn't staying back, but the stark-naked savage. He was with a group of fellow injured, thirty to fifty possibly who were being tended by a few Mid-wifes. Some were in the Inn, which, was not in too good shape, what with a large part roof collapsing earlier, oh and the fire. But it by a miracle, maintained its structural integrity, and was now being used as a set-up for the Medicine-Men, as Atl put it. More specifically, "Large and strange hut. Put hurt tribesmen there. Medicine-men work there." Ever since the others headed off to give the message to the Chieftain, Atl took up a role in gathering the other tribesman, and found himself engaged with other members of the tribe in helping set things straight. He had much work to do, before teaching them how to properly fight, as, Atl quickly learned, they never had much experience in conflict. This tribe appeared to solely grow food, which was a worrying thought to Atl. 

At the moment, Atl was paroling the village, as Slayer rode upon the horse that was slowly following Atl. He focused upon some of the tribesmen, both men and woman, mostly young ones, either just exiting childhood or still firmly in it, were prying off the armor pieces and collecting weapons. Atl gave a nod, "Work good. Bring to Metal-Seer." the villagers gave nod and confirmed the idea Atl assigned. Another footman was stripped of his armoring, as two male villagers quickly came up and hoisted the body up and around their shoulders. Atl glanced at them, "Body-takers, keep taking stripped bodies." They gave a quick nod and the one on the left responded, "Cannae leave'm rottan 'ere." They began heading out to the edge of the village, to dispose of the bodies. 

He strolled out towards an edge, where many horses laid dead. He watched as other villagers were cutting away at the skin of the beast, others made it to flesh and were working on stripping them to the bone. "Once all fur got, which not use for cook. We tan. Meat, take back quickly. Keep bone, many use." He said, as various men and women were carrying assorted amounts of horse-meat strips, back to the center of the village, where Atl had helped make sure they created little cooking huts of the horse fur. One of the tribesman, a 'cobbler' had used their needle and thread to help create them, while the others used the gathered parts to start the fire, and create a working framework. The tribesmen, who brought the meat, quickly placed it upon the frame to let it rest and prepare it for a good smoking. 

Atl wandered back towards the village center, as he spotted others who were gathering stones, some were bringing it back to the center, as Atl was positive he'd need to show them how to make them into true weapons. Others were placing them upon the ground, staggering them as they were working on constructing a wall. After all, "Good guard sometime best strike. Other time good strike best guard." as Atl said. 

"Still much work to do." Atl said, as he glanced up to Slayer. Slayer, looked down upon the steed, keeping a smug appearance that only a cat could do. He returned back to the center of the village, ready to check again upon the progress being made, and to consult with the make-shift 'Council' which was made, to help move the reconstruction as quickly as possible.