Ssala soup

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"We have two options. We can either follow him back to their city, or we can save the Ssala, and enlist their help. Personally, we stand a better chance at saving your friend if we get help from the Ssala.
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“I've got a jolly good idea chaps, why don't we split up?” Seymour said. “You brave gentlemen can go rescue the helpless tribesmen from the disgusting monster, whilst us intellectuals go have a meet and greet with the tribe. Let me do the talking of course, I am an Ambassador after all.”

Seymour gestured to Jaxx to stand to one side. “Mr Sharkthing can lead the team, I've seen how tough he is.”
“But I'm a pacifist surfer man, dude!” Jaxx protested, but Seymour gave him an adamant look.
“Is this such a good idea?” Said Alex.
“Shh, It's a way we can get rid of Jaxx!” Seymour whispered.
“I heard that dude!”
“I err... I meant that it'll do you good ol' chum! Not being stuck with us fuddy duddy's, I know you like excitement and adventure. Go save that poor slave creature!” Seymour said, meaning to be motivational but coming across even more patronising than usual.

“I'll go with him.” Said Jamie. “I've got weapons” he said indicating to the bow and quiver of arrows slung across his back. “And they're still afraid of my pistol.”
“No no no, I need you with me, to translate what these Ssala are saying.” Said Seymour. “Give Mr Chrysler your bow.”
He reluctantly did. “I WAS Robin Hood.” Chrysler said.
“Yes yes, so you keep jolly well claiming” Seymour said dismissively. “I've yet to see proof.”
“I was.” Chrysler said more adamantly, but Seymour ignored him.
“Mr Febuggure” Seymour called, and gestured for him to go with Jay and Jaxx. “I don't want your horrific bodily odours to damage negotiations with the Ssala. Can you go with them please?”
Phil sulked his head, and trudged over to Jaxx and Jay, and all three headed off towards the Haruk slaver, making sure they remained in the cover of the trees.

The rest of the party followed Jamie towards where he'd told them the Ssala tribe lived. This was a clearing next to a tall rocky hill, where an overhanging rock lead back into a dark cave. Outside, a several of the Ssala creatures were making some food on a camp fire next to a large metal monolith.

Seymour bidded Alex to halt. “Gentlemen, can you feel that? I feel vibrations in my fillings.” He was right, the air was filled with electricity. “Is that one of the generators that caused the Starbug to crash?”
At the other side of the generator, several Ssala were bowing to the monolith, as if worshipping it. They noticed the Dwarfers approach and quickly grabbed sharp spears.

“Forward Mr Solvay!” Seymour said. “Show no fear!”
The lead Ssala ran up and pointed his spear at Seymour. “Stop, stop Mr Solvay!” His wheelchair stopped just centimetres away from the Ssala's spear.

He muttered something aggressive in an unknown language. Seymour turned to Jamie for help.
“Tell them we've sent someone to help rescue their friend from the Haruk.” Seymour told Jamie, who translated.

The spears were lowered, and the Ssala turned away, coming back with a bowl of soup that had been cooking on the camp fire. Jamie looked troubled.

“What do we do?” Seymour whispered.
“It's a great dishonour to refuse gifts from the Ssala.” Jamie said.
“Oh, then I will accept it gracefully. Thank you sir, I we accept your soup as a gift of friendship!”
Seymour took the bowl.
“Problem is... remember those poisonous pears I mentioned?” Jamie said. “They're not poisonous to the Ssala.”
Seymour looked at the soup, and back at the Ssala who had a big expectant grin on his face, and started miming the actions for Seymour to eat it.
“Poisonous?” Seymour cringed.
“They'll get really angry if we don't eat it.” Said Jamie.

Seymour turned and gave the bowl to Alex. “Here's some lovely soup for you Mr Solvay” He said.

<Tag Alex, do you drink the poisonous soup or insult the Ssala?>