Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20191014001948/@comment-5543592-20191021185208

She could hear voices in the dark, somewhere behind her line of sight.

"Ichjul babush tilique?"  A voice like nails over a chalkboard.

"Head trophies.  Mine.  Mine head trophies." A second argued with the first.

There was a loud impact, and a shriek.

"Skinless!  Skinless!  Trophies give to Red God!  Please Red God!  Never you!  Never you!"

"Forgive!" The second voice was pleading now, in pain. "Hivan, hivan!"

They seemed to be in the center of the village, near the long house. Harriot was removed from them by a few of the ruined structures and maybe ten meters.