Ah, the vast and wild Savannah. As a famed explorer, you were lured by the beauty and chance of adventure within the plains. Not to mention the legend of the Emerald Amulet hidden somewhere out there. With a goal in mind, you hired a trusted friend and pilot, Frank to fly you to Africa. Once you had your headquarters set up, you set out in search of the amulet with just your pack, smarts, and funky map that was drawn by a local

Unfortunately for you, the map was a dud, and you got lost pretty far away from your campsite. Hopefully, you weren't out of radio distance from Frank, otherwise, you might be stu- Those were your last thoughts before you felt something hit your neck. You gently brush your fingers against the wound, feeling a wooden dart sticking out of your neck. Your vision grew blurry as you saw what looked to be a tribe of warriors coming toward you. You reached for the gun on your hip but passed out before you could do any damage

You awake with the sun shining in your eyes. You seem unharmed and feel rather well-rested. You glance around the hut, seeing your pack and the mud-covered remnants of the clothes you were wearing when you were kidnapped. You heard a commotion outside and quickly lay back down, pretending to be asleep. A young lion enters the tent, holding a hot plate of food

"Is it normal for them to be out this long? Did we go overboard? Jeez, I hope they didn't think we were trying to hurt them."

The young man replied, placing the meal on the table inside the hut. He turns to leave but notices you move slightly

"Hey... If you're awake, you can tell me. No one is gonna hurt you here. You just ran into one of our patrols and we didn't want ya to get eaten by a wild animal so we took ya here."