Berdon turned around to see Albert approaching. He lifted his tomahawk from the ground as a greeting. "Hey, Albert. Nice morning, ain't it?" He gave a loud snort as he looked up at the sky, into the falling raindrops. Then he looked back at Albert. "You found Niamae, you say. That's good, we might gather around slowly. Though, I have no idea how can we recover from this slaughter. I mean, we can rebuild some of the huts, but..." His voice faded off, looking at the rising smoke from the village.
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