"I don't know if I can convince Sangwoo. He probably considers them trophies." Minjun knew how his people thought. He glanced to see Gyungho writing, but it didn't bother him, so he just continued his explanation. "They see where the smoke comes from. And they know what I want when I colour it."

For now he moved one of the stones onto the fire and then tossed some moss onto it, watching as the smoke started to rise. "The moss, it has water. Water and fire together makes smoke."

He wasn't sure how much Gyungho knew. Reaching for a pouch he kept near the fire, he tossed a handful of powder onto it, then sat back on his feet. "It's purple. One tribe's colour is blue, the other red. Now they know that they both should be watching my message."