[center][h2]William Westrik
Year: Year 1
Location: Unknown
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I do not know how long it has been since I was dropped here. I have lost track, and without my watch, timekeeping is hard. Though I can say one winter has lasted so that is one way I can keep time. But I survive and live among the tribe. Thrive in a way, after more tests with the saddle, and thanks to the leather worker and an experienced horseman. We made one that works. Complete with a stirrup as well. It looks like a saddle that I am used to seeing, and the horses seem to wear it comfortably. With that success, more saddles are being made for the whole tribe and for my efforts. The chieftain Kun in thanks for this boon and has rewarded me by giving me my own horse, a young stallion by the name of Iis. 

Thanks to the training by the tribe, I can say I can ride a horse now. More so with a saddle in place, and I think that Iis and I will be okay together. My hunting skill at least up to the tribe's expectations. I am doing well in that department. I can shoot and aim with a bow. Something I have not done since high school. But I can now hunt on my own to a degree, though I leave the skinning of an animal to the butchers. I have learned how to buther a animal, but I only do it when I have to. While I have gotten past the whole blood and guts part. I did throw up a few times while being taught. Which I was made fun of for doing that. I would rather leave that for others to do. 

But for what other ways could I help the tribe. I initially did not know what, besides the saddle. They are skilled smiths, and they know how to make bronze. While I tried to think, I learned more about the tribe, their history, and their ways and more. I even made friends with the tribe's lore keeper in the process. An old man by the name of Yurr. He was happy to tell me the stories of the tribe, and being a history nerd. I intently listened and made an impression on the man. Who was training his son to take up the role once he has died.  

Though some of the tribe were interested in me for my tales, the history of my people. After some convincing, I told some. It was hard to figure out what, since I did not want to confuse them or anything. So one story I told was one about the birth of the United States. I told how my people were foreigners who travelled to a new land to settle and start anew, and when the British gave my people injustice after injustice. They rose up and managed to defeat the British and throw off the shackles of tyranny. My people forming a new tribe and took control of their destiny. I am not sure if I am a good storyteller, but the tribe seems to like the story. 

But one of them, a young woman named Luy seem to have an interest in me and thought I was hiding something. When she approached me about it, I told her the truth. She seemed to accept it, but she still had those judging eyes. Then she asked for more stories about my people and life. Spending more time with me, and I would tell her what I knew. 

To the point that Luy started to stargaze with me. Despite me being know about the constellations, I could never find a way to find them in the night sky. But we still watched, and she asked me questions. It was weird, no one has been this interested in me before. Maybe that is what it means to be an outlander, and that is my nickname in the tribe. A name that comes with respect, then scorn. A modern man in a primitive place. Knowledge that these people do not have and knowledge I am happily willing to share.                                        

While I still think of home, the tribe has given me a new one. For as long as I stay here, that is, and if nothing bad happens. I am still a newcomer to this place, and I need these people. Well, so far so good, and maybe I can make a life here. If nothing goes wrong, that is.