[center][b][u]Snow Brutes[/u]

Era of Dud's Great Tribe
Population: 251 in Village, 24 going South,  1 left of Eastern Group[/b]

After scarfing down the food, Faw nods as she understands that she is safe, and somewhat lets her guard down. These are definitely not Snow Brutes. She realizes that there is still a certain glory about these creatures, in a complicated sort of way. She decides that maybe killing isn't the only way to gain glory. When the Platta asks if there more Brutes around Faw nods her head and, not knowing exactly where she is, points to the direction she came from. She then points to the ground, then to her white fur, basically saying that the Snow Brutes are where the ground is white. 
Faw thinks for a moment and says in the Platta language "M...m...more... Plllatta arrouuund?", pronouncing each word with some difficulty, using the Caretaker's gestures to reinforce what she is trying to say. She then also points at the multitude of colors around the Platta's neck, then points at the lack of color in her fur and gives a confused look,  implying she wishes to know how the Platta's cloths got so colorful.
[@Aweirdgamer]

Hof cautiously accepts the gifts from the other creature, eyeing them cautiously. 
"What is?", he asks aloud.
"Maybe food?", Fro replies. 
Hof slowly brings the necklace to his mouth, biting a few pearls off but quickly spitting them out. 
"If food, food is not good!" Hof exclaims.
He quickly discards the necklace but stares at the crystal.
"Is pretty...", is all he can muster in his amazement.
"What does pretty thing do? Pretty is not just pretty, must have purpose!", one of the Warriors grunts.
Hof looks at the Cindorayi in front of him and has an idea. 
"Cindoerrie...", he begins, then holds up the crystal and repeats the shrugging action Sonya did towards him. 
[@Mihndar]

Up north in the village, there is a hunter fishing in somewhat shallow waters. She spots a fish lazily creeping along in the water. The Brute lunges forward, striking at the swimming creature, only to hit a rock that absolutely shatters her spear head. "Strange," she says, as curious as a Snow Brute can be. A spear head had never shattered against another stone before. Chipped,  yes. Damaged beyond repair, yes. But they had always left a mark on the struck stone. What was so different about this one? She picks up the stone, noticing that it is heavier than regular stones. She brushes off the grime built up on it and notices that it is a shiny brown color. She decides that Dud needs to see this. 
After a short walk, she finds Dud in his hut having a conversation with Rog.
"Dud!", she excitedly exclaims. 
"Yes, hunter?", he quizzes.
"I found...  A new stone. Stronger than normal stone. Shiny. Brown. Maybe glory?", she quickly replies, excited like a child that had just finished her coloring page and is showing it to her parents.
"Hmm.", Dud takes the stone, noting the weight. He grabs a near by sword and slams the tip down onto the new thing, shattering the stone blade. Rog quickly takes it and examines it. 
"Leader...", Rog starts, barely containing his excitement,"we could use new stone for weapons, tools! Stronger things! Better things! Much, much glory!" 
"Aye. But you have no idea how to mold it", Dud calmly retorts.
"I find way.", Rog proudly says, puffing his chest out as he does so. 
"Very well," Dud says, keeping his calm demeanor, "we shall call it... Copper."

Copper Workings: 1/8
Tool Makers' Forest Inventions: 5/Return to Village [/center]