You need food to live, you head for the fruit trees.
The way towards them seems like a path, the trees parted that leads to them. It helped you see them in the first place, but now it seems odd... still the fruit looks extremly appetising, it looks like mangos and close by, a few banana trees.
You move along towards the fruit. You hear whispers. You stop quickly, hearing a twig crack behind you. It's too late though, a net is flung over your head and the screams of a group of women is the last thing you hear as a club blugeons you over the head.
You aren't sure how much time has passed, but now you seem to be in a village unlike you have ever seen. The huts are made of mud, straw and in a rounded shape. You look as best you can, you are tied up however, bound to the ground on your back.
A woman approaches speaking a language you have never heard. From the way the others look at her, she seems to be some sort of leader.
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