The Archeologist

Illy scowled as the bone bedecked native in front of her gabbled on in some incomprehensible dialect. Trying one last time, she shook the handful of cheap blue beads before pointing at one of the colorfully painted hunters and then back at the drawing of a single crystalline flower. Finally, she saw a glimmer of comprehension in the chieftains eyes as he pointed towards the setting sun then pantomimed walking three days before holding out his hands for the treasure. "At last", murmured Illy. They had been traipsing through this gods-forsaken jungle for months now and she knew that without a big find she would never make tenure.

As she turned to head back to the camp the chieftain grabbed her arm. Startled at first, she relaxed as he motioned towards the village women setting out a small feast for the visitors. "Of course" said Illy smiling, "we would be happy to accept your hospitality." She quickly gathered the rest of her team and they found themselves treated to the finest food and drink available in the small village. Although Illy was familiar with most of the foods she was careful to avoid any of the strong fermented drinks being shared among the warriors and the rest of her party.

As the night drew to a close the Shaman handed Illy and the chieftain small cups of amber liquid and indicated that they should both drink to seal their friendship. Looking around Illy could see that the other party-goers had slipped into peaceful slumber with the setting sun. Shrugging she quickly drank the harsh liquor and coughed slightly before sliding to the ground. As her consciousness fled she heard the shaman whisper "Sleep well little one, you have a busy day ahead of you."