Arin grabbed his shoulder tight. The wound was really painful.
The chief stretched his arm, and one of his underlings threw him his own spear. The tall Xib'al'kah flourished the spear to get adjusted to the weight and grip.
Arin was still reeling from his pain and knelt down as he saw the Chief approaching him with a slow gait. The chief touched Arin's chin with the tip of his spear and raised his chin up to look into his eyes.
"Does it hurt, pale man?" he taunted.
"Yes," Arin grinned and asked, "Now, it's my turn to ask a question!"
The chief started laughing furiously, "Pale man, very funny; I like you!"
"Thanks!" Arin groaned with a painful smile, "so, who are these Black Men!"
"Hmmm!" the Chief rubbed his chin, "they are strange men, not like you. They gave us food, a home, arms, armor, knowledge, and purpose, and..." he suddenly fell down on both knees, "they gave us God!"
