The dying fire cast soft illumination upon the faces of the Tarkatan's, their glares and growls directed towards the intruder that invaded their camp.

Baraka, the tribe's chieftain, took a stride forward and looked down at the trespasser, voice rumbling with annoyance and curiosity. "Why have you come, Earthrealmer? What do you seek from us?" Baraka's voice rumbled forth, a growl that he could not master.

The disease-ridden man looked down at the figure with, annoyance and curiosity.