People are dying. Their torturous screams are difficult to stomach, but rushing toward an obvious trap saves no one. The tribe does not know you are here and you intend to keep it that way, at least until it is too late for them. However, the wisdom of your plan will not stop the screams from haunting you.

As you inch along, you spot tripwire traps hidden along the path ahead. You carefully give the crude devices a wide berth, working your way around before pressing further. Through the trees you spot the flicker of fire in the distance. Hunching low, you move to a clearer vantage point, where you can make out the shapes of huts and platforms high in the trees. A Scar Tribe village.