The camp was in a loud commotion, everyone from the Scouts to the Black Guards could not stop their curiosity. All of the people were surrounding the people who were waiting just outside the main hall.
Lance came out to be greeted by a mob of colonist surrounding a group of deadlanders. The visitors were a diverse mix of men, women and a lot of children, covered in animal skin.
The men they had were carrying makeshift weapons made of bamboo sticks, stone knives and rusted bolo’s. All of them carried what seemed to be baskets made either from animal hied or dried coconut leaves which contained some stuff that could be their belonging.
It was like an evacuation of some sort, making the camp their place of refuge, this was a complete mystery to him until he sees a familiar face among the
