Arsuron pop: 120

As the snakelike creatures aproached and yelled at the 3 scouts, the male one, his name Angar, began to chuckle at the sight of the, in his mind, animals. Angar spoke up as he pulled his knife from his cloth belt and spoke jovially to his compatriats. 

"Bańa! itug al burï ka? Hahaha! de nahigagá! sutúr al-ïräkH nahi'i babi!"
(Clansmen, did these snakes build this? Haha! Let us skin them. The pelts of these animals will get us a good price)

However, the self appointed leader, the woman Anrétt held up her hand to Angar, requesting his silence. "Nu angar," as she took her own bone knife and cut open another watermelon. After doing so, Anrétt placed her knife on the ground in front of herself and placed the two slices of melon in front as well, as a peace offering towards the Rokthan, as was tradition among the Arsuron tribes. Anrétt spoke up again. 
"nahi nu figer" she said (We are not a threat). Anrétt pointed to the watermelon. "Al ardúk, amam! Al du'ón, nahi nu figer."
(This is a watermelon, eat it please. It is yours, we are not a threat.)

Anrétt knew not if the snakes would accept her offering, or if they would simply respond with agression. "Yi'am na'i firugim abab..." (Great Sea, give me wisdom)
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[b]Meanwhile[/b]

While Anam's tribe secured the slave river, Ansett decided to find a more sensible solution for survival. A voyage south to find new lands. The Lotus tribe had gathered 10 bägős, each with 5 people to voyage along the southern coasts. They knew not what they would find, if anything. 
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