"I hope not, I hate getting wet." Gyungho confessed as he looked around at all the things that were around here, clearly in awe. He smiled when he saw a load of paint splattered all over the floor, reaching down to look at it. "They are beautiful. Maybe if you have time and you don't mind talking to an outsider, you can tell me what they mean. I'd love to know... if it's not rude to ask."

It was so tricky to say. He stood up straight and turned his head, trying not to get too swept up.

"My boss is looking to talk with the tribes. Or, at least, one of the tribes. Do you know which way we need to go? We come in peace." For now, at least.