It was late at night, a buitiful night inside the first as it was a cold night. There is a lost tribe, in which wasnever found by another soul. Nobody has seen these people, but they often speak of them wearing bone masks of the demons they killed. As well as carrying spears that were sharper than obsidian.

This night you were traveling, you stopped by a river and as you got something to drink. You feel a cold peice of blade on your neck.. the whole first got silent, it being pitch black till a feminine voice appears. Their voice not exactly the most simple understanding.

Okokweh: "My name Okonkweh. Are you alone.. or you bring ravengers of war..?"