The village swarmed with activity, as was normal. The large exception today was in the middle of the small, almost town like place. While it was normal to see women walking about almost bare to the world, this woman was new to most of them. Several of the hunters were standing near it, guarding the prisoner tied to the stake. Her clothes would be torn, as though dragged through part of the jungle, and the chief would be there, studying her. It was clear that they were trying to decide what to do with her, and her options were not looking pretty. The chief and the one who caught her conversed together, as if trying to decide several things about her very, very immediate future. Coming to a close, they walked closer to her, and looked up. "Do you understand us?" the Chief said, not sure if they would have anything close to the same language.