[b]Saurians, Population: 65[/b]
"Alright, huntress, show me what you've been thinking up."

The huntress turned to see Senith approaching. She grinned and gestured for him to come closer. "I'm glad you decided to hear me out after all, Senith. My name is Syera, by the way."

"Well then, Syera," Senith replied, "What is this solution to our huts?"

Syera took a couple of paces forward and stopped next to a small tree. She turned to look at Senith as she knocked on the wood. "We use saplings and fallen branches. They are thin, weak," She explained. "But the tree trunk is strong and stable. I think I know how we can use this."

Senith blinked. "You think you can make this work? How can we use them when they're rooted to the ground like this?"

Syera snatched a rock off the ground and tossed it to Senith. He caught it and stared at it perplexed. There was absolutely nothing special about the rock. It was wide and thin, but it was too big to work as a spearhead. "What is this?" Senith questioned.

"That is where you can help me," Syera said. "this is beyond my abilities. We're going to make a... spearhead of sorts. See if you can convince one of the more proficient spearhead crafters to help us."

Senith nodded. "Right."

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Finding the good crafters of the village was not hard. They almost always lived on the side of the village closest to the lake. Not only did it make it easier for them to go out for a relaxing swim or bath, but it also made it easier to access certain trees and vines that grew around the lake. The crafters were frequently pestered by others in the village for more spearheads. If they couldn't be found outside of their hut sharpening stones, they were found trying to cool off at the lake.

Senith made his way through the village, successfully avoiding conversation with others desperate for advice he could not give. He had not been aware that the village was so dependent on his father. He could hardly wait for his father to return from the fishing trip.

Senith approached one of the huts. Hanging off of the side of the hut and lifted by what looked like two spear shafts was a small canopy made from large swamp leaves. Otherwise, the hut was completely indistinguishable from the other huts.

Sitting under the canopy was a tall Saurian. he was hard at work, chipping away at a nearly complete spearhead. Resting on the ground next to him was an assortment of rocks and finished spearheads. Leaning on the hut behind him were a couple of well-made spear shafts.

Senith stood in front of the crafter and lifted his arms to his chest in greeting. The crafter glanced up from his work and glared impatiently at Senith. He did not return the greeting.

"I need your skills, crafter," Senith started.

"Really now!" Exclaimed the crafter sarcastically. "I would never have guessed!"

"I-Its important!" Senith replied indignantly.

The Saurian sighed exasperatedly and rubbed his face tiredly. "Tell me then. What do you need?"

"I… Don't know…" Senith said uncertainly.

The crafter stared at him blankly.

"Look, it will be explained in due time. Come with me. Please," Senith begged.

The crafter let out another sigh. He groaned as he pushed himself to his feet. "Fine. Lead the way."