Forefathers

[I have to remind you that this species is showing weird traditions. Even I am not aware of these weird procedures, so my best advice would be to get out of here as soon as possible. Because this species can drag you into their set of craze.]

"I will get out of here." Tim assured, but then recounted all the trouble here and stated. "But not without my tribe. I worked my ass off to bring a few pale-ass shrimp to the reef."

The biggest guards had surrounded the little one, although at the same time they were keeping a good distance of 2 meters thanks to fear and respect. A lot of them were giving the hero a rough gaze, confusion was evident on their facial expression but also excitement. While a quarter portion carried a lot of rage.

Considering the situation, it felt like a speech was in order so Timmy cleared his throat and projected. "Listen here ye shrimp. I don't speak your language at all so you who can understand me, will translate for the rest."