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“Alexandra is that you? Something terrible happened in the tribe. I was away and came back to find no one left alive and the scavenger beetles were having a feast upon the corpses of the tribesmen and women.
“The savage beast could not be found either. You were somewhere I don’t know for quite some time as I am a descendant of someone you don’t know, the calamity happened not too long ago though and you have been asleep for about two months since I found you.
“It was strange to find blood on your teeth and some of my tribesmen’s flesh was embedded in your clothes. I am frightened and that is why I have put shackles on your feet and a rope around your neck.
“Now that you are finally awake I do need answers and I need you to pay for what you have done to my tribe. My name is Jantes, I was an acolyte, but I am the shaman now that there is no one else.”
Alexandra looked at the one member of the L’art’o tribe left and felt disgusted by his pertinence,
“You are an idiot, and I think that you know that. Maybe time has gone by enough that you and your tribe had time to erase what had happened over three hundred years ago, but I still remember.
“Is it not quaint that you know my name, but not the details of my incarceration here? Seriously it has been over three hundred years, enough time for your people to make up a bunch of things.
“Who really cares if I ate your people? Are you not cannibals, and you eat people?” She was clearly upset about this, and if she was not shackled and tied up she would have done something to this creature named Jantes.