Bramblepoint eighty-fifth

The one who gave orders took notice of him, and welcomed Kigipigak to come nearer; that was enough for the lone man to be courteous as well as cautious. He had never seen anyone who looked or sounded anything like this man, or those around him in the camp.

Kigipigak approached but did not sit, did not settle while he took a look around; noticing the warrior woman (Zaahira), who appeared to be the only one of her kind. That supported what the stranger had said.

I am Kigipigak, he introduced, feeling at once like he was meeting strangers on the edge of his village despite having none. You appear to be far from home. Are you looking for something? Or somewhere?