This time lift up... 25 nails, a small assortment of weapons, and carefully bring our explosive rocks.
Along with the food and water, this is the extent of what we're willing to trade. Let's see what they're offering in return.
Done.
In Return the man offers a few things. Food, water, some strange totems, weapons made of a dark blue rainbow specked crystaline material that seem brittle but horrifically sharp, various bits of clothing, and something he calls "The Voice of the People"
"I am Xankarvo the Grand, a mighty wizard when I was alive, and greater still now that I am dead. I am the sole remaining holder of a pact made in the 88,888,888th hell - to find the First Heaven, and usurp the First God, so I may remake the afterlife as I see fit, and unravel the very secrets of creation. Do you and your tribe possess any resources that may aid us on this journey, or people that would wish to accompany us on this journey? Our path is a harsh one, but as I understand it your people value disfigurement, and I know ways to mutate the body that I can offer if you accompany me."
Offer the dude's tribe minion status in exchange for mutation and stuff.
Also don't forget I have a lobster arm, that's probably a thing the dude approves of too.
The man seems very approving of your looks but he is skeptical of your power. He says that mutilation is a special thing, that the people do in very specific ways. He talks about "Balance" a great deal. And he speaks of the power of the voice of the people, and how it would no doubt surpass your power.
"Oh bummer." Ryans shoulder's drop a bit fore perking up again. "Do you know where I can find some? I guess I could settle on spare brains too."
Pestering uglies for info.
"There are some creatures around here. A river runs through the valley a short distance from here," He points to the southwest "where creatures live. If you wish for their flesh, you will find them there."
Circle around the warbeast, watching for any thieves or murderers who might be approaching.
No sign of anyone dangerous...besides your teammates. Not even others from other settlements on the mesas.
Chop down some more trees. Keep an eye out for tasty stuff or shiny things to be distracted by.
[1]
You swing at the tree but miss by an inch and the momentum of the swing causes you to stumble forward, face first into the tree. You knock out several teeth and end up bloody on the ground.
"Dave! Dave! Dave! Dave! Dave!" Sebastian chants. "Yeeeeeee HAAAAA! Pain is gain, buddy. We're on the road to greatness now!"
Sebastian attempts to convince Dave of the value of pain as an aid to growth, and believes really, really hard, that the broken horn will look 'cool.' he continues to point Dave in the direction of any audience we can locate.
[2]
...What were you doing again?
Apparently I was getting distracted and following the group up onto the mesa. So I follow the group up onto the mesa.
Done
Scout about around the warbeast for small, cookable prey. Preferably small, cookable prey that isn't named Dave, that is.
I'll assume you hear the talk from up above about good hunting grounds near a river valley to the southwest of here.
Search for food sources.
Simillar to above. Water is source of all foods after all.
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