Great, a fight, Ashé lamented to himself. He glanced at each of the men huddled by the campfire, the one who informed him of an ensuing conflict sharing features with his people; it had been some time since he saw a familiar face, but then again, the last time he did, it was marred with murder and betrayal. However, the young man's accent differed from those of Yanoibi, or its surrounding peoples. 

He removed his backpack and sighed. Pulling down on his scarf—revealing his soft, bronze visage adorned by stubble—he replied, "Really? Perhaps I should find some place safer, yes?"