Having finally managed to wriggle your way away from Kele, from what must have felt like an eternity, you find yourself going towards an elderly looking man. He is quietly humming to himself, as he dictates to an up and coming hunting group the ways of hunting.
"In my day!" you can hear him bellow, before going on a tangent about how the newer generation could never, and would never hunt as well as he could. You can't help but feel like turning away, you don't want a lecture either, however, Nayati spots you in the corner of his eye, and ushers you into the circle.
"Newcommer!" he shouts, causing all the attention to turn towards you. Your last chance of escape left ten minutes ago. "You are young, surely you must know how to hunt."
The fear of having to tell him you are a scout and not a hunter overtakes you. Well, looks like you are going to be here for a while yet again.
