Lorag was the most hesitant to give up his weapons, but as the Alpha had ordered it, he still parted with them willingly. Meesei seemed quite calm, but most of the rest of the pack appeared to be on-edge, understandably. She knew the others would not be comfortable heading into a village with people who had, thusfar, only been outwardly aggressive, but she also knew of the customs and traditions of her people. As long as they remained respectful and non-hostile, there would be no way the villagers would consider harming them.

"I am confident that I understand my people's customs. Remain respectful and we will be safe." Meesei answered to Fendros just as they stepped into the village. Unlike the towns and cities, all of the structures in a village such as this were designed to be temporary, lasting only a season at most. Their huts were made from compacted mud and clay that, while surprisingly sturdy for being what they were, would be easy to tear down and rebuild. There were some decorations and small idols, mostly in the style of the ancient Argonian civilization, but the majority of the village was plain and functional. The most prominent feature of the village was of course the Hist tree at its center, which, while not as large as the tree in Thorn, shared the same purpose. Sap had dripped from the tree, pooling at its base and surrounding the nests that contained the village's next generation. 

The hunter Meesei was speaking to had sent a runner ahead to alert the village, so there was already a collection of armed Argonians waiting to greet them. They did not act aggressively, but they certainly stared down the group distrustfully. One hunter in particular, a dark green male with quite a few smaller horns on his head, was quite heavily ornamented with bone jewelry, tattoos, and piercings. The hunter who had guided the pack to the village bowed his head slightly as he stood before him. [i]"Master-Hunter, these are the strangers. They disarmed willingly when asked, and the Saxhleel among them appears educated in our ways."[/i]

The Master-Hunter nodded and motioned for the hunter to be on his way, then stepped forward towards the pack and looked at Meesei. [i]"Wait here for the Elder and Treeminder,"[/i] He ordered before he started pacing around the group, sizing up each one in turn. Strangely, while many of the hunters tended to stare more at Fendros, the Master-Hunter seemed to look at Janius with the most distrust. He stood beside him carefully observing his features, but not saying a word.