"It is the Erss' Iss'kili - the Desert Curse", the old man says to his friends. He looks at them, scrunching his eye lids to express the validity of his story.
"Great troubles come to us this year as this marks 11 years since the last event. Ty'er Ra'kuunijin will suffer a quick famine, as the desert flies will devour our crops, then our live stock, and finally... us" he says, taking a mighty gulp of Ishin. His friends all sigh, and breath heavily. One even scuffs and laughs.
"You find this funny, Jaq' Innu?" The old man says.
Jaq' Innu looks to him, slamming his cup on the table and says, "The stories that come from your mouth are soiled as the rumps of your Rak' eei. You are too much, old man."
The other friend argues with Jaq' Innu and defends the old man. You stop to think about it, "Father did say the desert flies are increasing. He's never seen so many before that he had no choice but to remove the saplings or the more mature Anii' Fik from the potting shed."
Your thoughts break as the noise at the other table gets louder. Kia shouts at the folks to quiet them down. You quickly look to the table where the three strangers are sitting - "they are looking at me..."
What do you do?
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I join my friends and head for the House of Notisi...
I feel uncomfortable, and want to go to my father...
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