Morning, 16XX, The Tribe of Unknown
The raven leads you here, they seem to be enjoying a breakfast of soup.
((it is right they dont have their own chairs, or at least not chairs in the traditional sense?))
Crawford heads back to the ship shelter and starts settting rocks in a circle manner, and puts the wolf down next to it. Then goes into the woods looking for loose branches and easily choppable wood to get a fire going
The tribe keeps eating their soup, Heta notices him and raises his eye brow, as if to say ”The hell you doing here”
marcus holds up the chair, puts it down, and points a little bit further into the forest, gesturing for heta to join him
Heta finishes his soup and excuses himself. He soon follows Markus and says “Why have you brought whatever in raven’s name is this.”
“well, i like to build things and theres not much to do around here, so i built this. ill have a lot of time in my hands, enough to build a good few of these, and so i figured i might ask if you wanted it. here, try it out,” marcus puts the chair on the ground and points at it “and let me know if you’d be interested in having more of them.”
He sits down in it. Impressed at his craftsmanship “I must say, it is rather well made. Tell me, have you seen a temple on this island?”
“Then he is dead, let me tell you about a prophecy we believe to be related to that temple”
He seems solemn