“The spirits gift me with opportunity of meeting your souls.” Ra’tara said politely looking the man up and down. It was obvious he was not tribal born but many tribes including his own readily welcomed outsiders into there homes. 
“I am please to meet you Henri, in my travels I have not the singin’ Bears but I’m sure if they respected you they must be strong.” Ra’tara mentioned. 

He looked over the man with who had a long flowing moustache. Somehow Ra’tara felt this man was trustworthy like his words were golden. He sat down next to Henri and watched as the Nighkin came over after he had terrified a small man. He joked at how Ra’tara was a nightkin and the tribal gave an uncomfortable grin. The night kin handed him a molerat claw. Stalking Bear cringed at the rancid smell of the body part. It was definetly not safe to eat and the meat had spoilt the skin but his culture thought it was impolite to deny gifts no matter how disgusting.

“ummm… Thankyou but what may I call you blue one?” He asked as he was unaware of the monster’s name.

As Ra’tara wrapped the leg in a special leaf as to preserve the rotted meat for a useful time two more people came in, a cowboy and women. Ra’tara learnt that the Cowboy whose clothes were oddly clean, with the exception of his hat which was worn and dusty, after the cowboy had made an uninspiring speech to the group.

“He sure strikes courage into my heart.” Ra’tara joked as he looked over to Henri. “Maybe we should get some food, before we leave. By The Way when abouts is that?” The last of Ra’tara’s question was aimed at women who was standing across from them.