Grey Mouth Camp

Timestamp: Odsier Winter Pastures - Grey Mouth camp

After a couple of days you finally reach your destination. The sun is getting low over the horizon. Several hundred heads of caribou, antelope and horses graze the lands at the edge of the camp watched closely by packs of cattle dogs and Odsier children.

The camp is large and as far as you can see, there are pitched sturdy tents arranged in semi circular patterns, around makeshift fires. Everywhere you look there is a buzz of activity. Men butchering carcasses of animals, women working on skinning animals and tanning hides. Communal meals were being prepared. Children run between tents shouting and whistling followed by darting dogs.

As your party approaches around your trading wagon many stop what they are doing and stare. Some in curiosity, others in disdain. Here and there you see mothers pulling their children away from your path and disappearing inside tents.

The Grey Mouth are of small stature with light tanned skin. Their clothes are primarily tanned hides and they speak in a quick tweeting language. All adults have the lower half of their faces stained by what appears to by ash and everywhere you look men and women wear small bones and coloured leather strands braided into their long black hair.

You are taken to the centre of the camp with your trading wagon. A group of warriors approaches Kyeh and exchange some quick words. He points at Voah. They seem interested in what you have in the wagon. You are all escorted to the communal fire where you are offered a meal of roasted caribou and wild berries and some water. Most natives keep their distance from you. A tall muscular native man holding a large spear arrives and crouches in front of you. Kyeh stands behind him.

"What have you bring?" he asks looking directly at the Arbiter