[3] Group 4 - Caves

[Krillin]

The group waited outside the grand hut while one of the tribesmen chattered away inside in his native language. From the sounds of it, he was getting rather agitated. After only a half-minute, he stomped back through the hut-flap, thumping his feet on the rock.

"Lemme guess," Krillin piped up. "You were in there, cursing away in whatever language you guys talk in, all 'cause your Chief is gone."

The tribesman stopped his speech, somewhat surprised.

"Yes. Exactly."

Android 20 glanced at him in curiousity.

How'd you know?

Easy. This sort of thing happens in the movies all the time. Next, he'll conveniently tell us his name, and assure us that they will be looking for him. They won't find him, though. We'll have to look ourselves.

Twenty allowed that which was being discussed to pass through the physical realm, evidenced in his slack jaw. The tribesman didn't see this, and instead continued with his prophesized discourse.

"Chief Horny-Horse must be praying to our gods. I promise you, we will be looking for him. Until then, do not leave the premises."

Brilliant.

I know.

With that, the tribesman turned on his moccasinned heel and strode out toward the center of the hustle-and-bustle.

"Ready to go, gentlemen?" Twenty asked.

((OOC: Short, but I gotta get SOMETHING up.))