You charge towards the group, pushing the bushes aside. "Let him go!" You scream and charge towards the group.
The women turn at you, one pointing at you and yells back in a language you've never heard making the others turn and point their weapons at you. You stop at spear length of one of them, your heroic charge stopped dead.
The person with the spear at your throat now yells again at you but you can't understand her at all.
you gulp and hold your hands up and the rest hurridly carry on towards what looks like a volcano.
"Don't kill me" You say towards the female carrying the spear at your throat.
She lowers her weapon and points you to go back towards her village, shouting at you in an unknown language again.
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