[color=004b80]"Alright so first item on the agenda........the fire. So a giaganto fireball hit one of the buildings last night, I will explain why, but first and foremost. Mark!"[/color]

Kyle clasped his hands together like he was praying.

[color=004b80]"I know you might be a tad upset that your books were burned, and i swear we will replace them. Now because im leader you can no longer force me as punishment to make copies of books, do writing lessons, etc, etc, but......Im sorry!"[/color]

Kyle bowed his head slightly and the tribe people laughed slightly.

Mark looked at Kyle with narrowed eyes, his fists clenched. This guy...

"[color=f26522]I don't care if it was a fireball or a fluke of God, that no excuse! Leader or not, I'll make you fix those books one way or the other![/color]"

Mark pointed at Kyle, annoyance clear on his features. Mark knew Kyle didn't mean to damage the books, but that didn't excuse his poor treatment of them. Kyle always had this habit of shooting first, ask questions later, a trait which Mark found completely absurd. 

[i][color=f26522]He may be the Tribal Leader, but he still has long way to go to truly lead.[/color][/i], Mark thought. Crossing his arms after Kyle promptly ignored him, Mark listened intently to the rest of his speech.

It seemed they had a new member amongst the tribe, a "Ranna Dasonne". She seemed nice enough, but as Mark learned many times over, looks do tend to be deceiving. As he listened to Kyle and Ranna explain why she came here, Mark started to get a strange feeling of dread over what they were saying. Mark would get these feelings occasionally, though whether they were related to his TK or it was just his subconscious making him suspicious was up for debate. 

As it turned out, this humble looking girl was apparently, at one time, a Princess of the Desonne Tribe. Mark found that most strange, as in all his days of reading, usually Princesses were part of kingdoms and promptly confined to castles. The fact that before him stood a real Princess, struck a chord of interest in him. He was already formulating questions to ask mentally.

It seemed that Mark's discomfort finally came to light when Kyle announced that they had found an actual, honest-to-god unradiated boar. The downside however was that it seemed that radiation had spread and killed the crops the tribe spent so long to grow. A lance of fear shot in Mark's heart and he struggled not to panic. What are we going to eat? What are we going to do? What will happen to the tribe? Mark was trying to calm himself when Kyle spoke up:
[color=004b80]"Scavenge parties will have to be doubled, and storing and rationing just became more important than ever."[/color]

Mark scowled. Was he insane? We barely find enough salvage as it is, doubling the work would just double the work, which would double the hunger, which would double the food consumption, which would kill us faster! Gah! 

"[color=f26522]There's no way in hell that's going to work! We'd have to push even farther than we already do! I doubt we have the resources for such trips![/color]"

Mark was getting angrier and angrier. This day already sucked, what with barely any new books coming in and the ones he already possessed nearly going up in flame, all because of one insane asshole who thought it would be funny to chuck that shit at his home. Now this threat of starving has just appeared. Mark was starting to get a headache, when he saw Ranna stand next to Kyle and speak out:
[color=6ecff6]"There is a way we can grow the crops we need and a way to get food in the mean time." [/color]She looked at Kyle and nodded to him.

[color=6ecff6]"My tribe was in the mountains where it was difficult to grow crops. I'll show you how we did it and how we can survive until they come in."[/color]

Mark stopped scowling and had a focused look on his face. That...might be able to work, provided Ranna knows what she's talking about. As Mark started thinking, his mind went back to his books, specifically that Agriculture section. There was one book in there that detailed what Ranna talked about. If he could get his hands on that, he might be able to help the other tribe members with the knowledge in it. Only, there was a small problem. It was the only copy he had and it was part of the area that nearly got firebombed. Mark silently prayed that it would be okay.