"Wushu! You blockhead! What are you doing?..."
"Huh? Aguda! I'm cutting horse meat! It's the one I killed... This tribe is dirt poor, except for people and dogs, it has nothing... According to the rules, this dead horse is my spoils of war! I need to carry more meat back, so I can eat well for a couple of days..."
"Damn! Damn! Wushu, a perfectly good horse, and you hammered it to death! And you're still happily wanting to eat the meat?… Come here and help, tie up these captives! See how the Boat-Using Tribe ties them! They're much better at it than you and Qimai!..."
"Uh... Aguda, are we taking so many captives back? Aren't we supposed to kill the old and seriously wounded ones according to the rules? If we bring them back, there won't be enough food for winter, will there?..."
