Rumba, meanwhile, stared at the food, drooling.
They had meat in their village, yes, but this looked different. And those red and orange fruits were especially tempting.
Tumba’s eyes widened in fear. He realized that Aaron had known about his spying all along. He glanced nervously at the Village Chief, waiting for him to make the next move.
The old chief took a deep breath to calm his mind. He regretted not bringing his smoking pipe, it always helped him think. But unlike the last time strangers arrived, this one gave off a completely different impression.
He stepped forward, followed by Jumba, Rumba, and Tumba.
Stopping in front of Aaron, he spoke in a loud, commanding tone, "Stranger, state your purpose for visiting Green Fort."
Aaron responded just as firmly, "I have been appoi
