He was met by fierce yelling.
There were a few men in the room, all wearing headdresses and loincloths, with tattoos in their body that glistened in the light. Black and silver, red and blue.
"Everyone stand down. I came here to talk." Janus said, his arms outstretched in a gesture of peace.
A few murmurs ensued. Janus scanned the whole room. It was a shoddy wooden structure made of bamboo and chopped wood, held together by criss-crossing ropes and vines. Weapons lined the walls along with various meats that hung from the ceiling. In the middle of the floor was a fire where everyone congregated together. There were lumps of wrapped leaves cooking on top of hot burning coals.
They had caught them in time for their lunch.
"Is there anyone here who can speak the common lan
