a - yes
akne - sick
alanasen - know/understand
alsen - take
ben - is
fa - you
fe - your
gralashen - fight
hallen - leave/throw
krande - bad/sad
lalse - weird/silly
na - i/me
ne - my
rakasha - feverleaf
rema - child
salum - house
scarmul - weapon
selme - good/happy
takre - scary
takramul - predator
tsa - that/this
unen - look/see/watch
vicnen - give
y - no

**(walking in with the rock)**
Stranger stops you angrily. "Tsa ben ne! Fa hallen, scarmul alsen!" He points at your Useful Rock, then back down the southwest path.
*That is yours! You leave, take the weapon!*

>point at me

"Fa," he says, pointing back at you.
*You*

>point at stranger

"Na," he says, putting his hand on his chest.
*I*

>point at boy

"Tsa ben ne rema!" he says, proudly.
*This is my son!*

>point at hut

"Tsa ben ne salum," Stranger says, proudly.
*This is my house*

>stranger, ben

"A ben, y ben," Stranger says grandly, as if he has just stated something profound.
*(Yes) to be or not to be*

>point at bone

He looks at it with interest. "Tsa ben takre?" he asks, then seems to answer himself, "Y, tsa y ben takre," shaking his head. He pats his knife. "Tsa ben takre."
*That is scary? No, that isn't scary. This is scary.*

>point at berries

"A," he says, taking one and popping it in his mouth. "Selme," he tells you.
*Yes, good*

>point at panther

Stranger smiles broadly. "Takramul!" he exclaims, "Tsa takre. Na ben a takre!"
*Predator! That is scary. I am scary too!*

>jump

Stranger smiles as he watches you cavort, and says, "Lalse,..." to himself.
*Weird...*

>stranger, takramul (*predator*)

Stranger grins broadly, and pats Panther skin with pride. "Takramul ben takre. Na ben a takre!"
*Predator is scary. I am scary too!*

>stranger, takre (*scary*)

With a gleam in his eye, Stranger draws his knife, crouching, and begins to stalk some invisible enemy. Suddenly, with a shout, he leaps and slashes with his knife. Standing proudly, he tells you, "Na ben takre."
*I am scary.*

>stranger, na takre (*I scary*)

Stranger barely manages to suppress a giggle, but manages to look stern. "A. Fa gralashen," he says seriously, but the corners of his mouth are twitching.
*Yes. You fight.*

>stranger, ne rema (*my son*)

Stranger looks around and behind you. "Fe rema?" he asks, "Fa hallen fe salum?"
*Your son? Did you leave him at your house?*

>stranger, hallen (*leave*)

Stranger laughs heartily. "Na hallen ne salum? Y!"
*I leave my house? No!*

>stranger, selme (*good*)

Stranger throws his hands in the air and whoops wildly!

>stranger, ne rema ben selme (*my son is good*)

Stranger smiles endearingly. "A," he says, "Fe rema alanasen ne rema."

*Yes, your son knows my son.*

>stranger, fa takre ben alanasen (*you know scary*)

Stranger considers this, and nods. "A," he agrees, "Na alanasen. Na y alanasen selme,..." he shrugs and smiles, "Na y alanasen krande."

*Yes, I know. I don't know well, I don't know badly.*

>stranger, krande (*sad*)

Stranger looks dejected, and pretends to cry for a few seconds.

>stranger, fa y alanasen selme (*you don't know well*)

Stranger looks at you in sympathy. "Fa a alanasen 'alanasen'!" he adds, encouragingly.
(*you know "know"!*)

>stranger, tsa alanasen (*understand this*)

Stranger smiles proudly, and pats his son on the shoulder. "Tsa a alanasen selme!" he proclaims.
*I know this is good!*

>stranger, na ben krande (*I am bad*)

Stranger looks concerned. "Fa ben akne?" he asks you.
*Are you sick?*

>stranger, akne (*sick*)

Stranger coughs a few times, puts his hand on his stomach, lolls his head to one side and sticks his tongue out of his mouth. He then straightens up. "Akne," he repeats.
*Sick*

>stranger, fe rema ben selme (*Your son is good*)

Stranger smiles proudly, and pats his son on the shoulder. "Tsa ben a selme," he tells you.
(*Indeed this is good.*)

>stranger, fe rema ben krande (*Your son is sad.*)

Stranger looks accusingly at his son, and asks him, "Fa ben krande?" The boy shakes his head vigorously, and Stranger laughs heartily.
(*Are you sad?*)

>stranger, fe takre ben selme (*Your scary is good*)

Stranger shakes his head. "Na takre? Tsa ben selme? Ne rema fe?" He shrugs, and spreads his hands.
*I am scary? Is this good? My son is yours?*

>stranger, ne rema ben krande (*My son is sad.*)

Stranger shakes his head in sympathy. "Na alanasen," he says, "Scarmul y gralashen."
*I understand. The weapon doesn't fight. (<--not sure about this one)*

>stranger, scarmul *(weapon)*

"A," says Stranger, showing you his knife, "scarmul ben takre!" He slashes with the knife at some invisible enemy, as if to emphasize his point.
*Yes, weapons are scary!*

>stranger, alanasen takre (*know scary*)

"A alanasen,...?" Stranger asks you. "Salum takre? Scarmul takre?
*understand...? Scary house? Scary weapon?*

>stranger, scarmul ne (*my weapon*)

Stranger looks at you warily and says, "Fa y alsen fe scarmul," he says.
*Don't bring your weapon.*

>stranger, fe salum ben krande (*your house is bad.*)

Stranger looks offended. "Y! Salum ben selme! Fa unen? Fa unen krande, salum y ben krande."
*No! My house is good! You see? You look sad, my house is not sad.*

>stranger, fa unen (*You look*)

Stranger nods, opens his eyes wide, and points to them. "Selme," he tells you.
*Good.*

>stranger, na unen selme (*I look good/skillfully*)

Stranger nods, and shows you his knife. He holds it out to one side, pointing out in the air away from him. Suddenly, it disappears! Stranger seems to be as confused as you are, and looks all around for it. Suddenly, he eyes you suspiciously, and approaches you. Before you can back away, he pulls his knife out from your clothing! A twinkle in his eye, he puts it back away again.

>stranger, na unen fe salum (*I see your house*)

Stranger nods, points to his hut, and smiles. "Na a unen tsa," he tells you.
*I see it.*

>stranger, fa unen gralashen (*You look fight.*)

"Na y alanasen," Stranger says, "Alanasen unen, alanasen gralashen,... Y alanasen unen gralashen.
*I don't understand. I understand look, I undestand fight, I don't understand look fight.*

>stranger, na unen fa (*I look at you.*)

Stranger puts on a supercilious grin, and poses for you.

>stranger, unen ne rema (*Look at my son.*)

Stranger crouches down to his son's level, and puts his arm around him. "Fa unen ne?" he asks him. The boy's eyes go round, and silently he shakes his head. His father laughs, and stands up again.
*Are you looking at his \[kid\]?*

>stranger, unen fe rema *Look at your son.*

Stranger crouches down to his son's level, and puts his arm around him. "Fa unen fe?" he asks him. The boy's eyes go round, and silently he nods. His father laughs, and stands up again.
*Are you looking after yourself?*

>stranger, a *yes*

Stranger looks at you quizzically, and spreads his hands. "Y alanasen," he says.
*I don't know.*

>stranger, na y hallen (*I'm not leaving.*)

Stranger shrugs, then stands perfectly still with his eyes shut for a few moments. "A?" he asks.
*Yes?*

>stranger, hallen ne salum (*Your house is leaving.*)

Stranger starts, and turns to look at the hut behind him as if he expected it to jump up and run away. When it doesn't, he turns back around and eyes you suspiciously.

>stranger, hallen fe takramul (*Your predator is leaving.*)

Stranger grins broadly. "A! Takramul a hallen! Na ben takre!
*Yes! The predator did leave! I am scary!*

>stranger, hallen fe scarmul (*Throw your weapon.*)

Stranger ponders this for a moment, then stands a few feet from his hut and throws his knife at it. It hits flatly, and clatters to the ground. Stranger shrugs, and picks it back up again.

>stranger, scarmul krande (*weapon bad*)

Stranger snorts, and says, "Fa krande unen. Scarmul a selme ben."
*You see badly. My knife is great.*

>stranger, scarmul selme (*weapon good*)

Stranger smiles broadly, and, as if to demonstrate, pulls up a corner of his woven door, and slices off the end of a leaf with one clean stroke.

>stranger, scarmul ben gralashen (*weapon is fight.*)

Stranger nods thoughtfully, and considers his knife. "Scarmul a gralashen," he allows.
*Weapon fights.*

>stranger, takramul ben gralashen (*predator is fight*)

Stranger looks excited, "Takramul gralashen, Na gralashen. Takramul vicnen, Na alsen!" he pats his panther skin with pride.
*Predator fights, I fight. Predator gives, I take!*

>stranger, na alsen (*I take*)

Stranger looks doubtful. "Fa alsen, Na vicnen? Y."
*You take, I give? No.*

>stranger, fa takre (*You are scary*)

Stranger bows in acknowledgment. "A!" he exclaims, "A takre!"
*Yes, I am scary!*

>stranger, fe takramul ben takre (*Your predator is scary*)

Stranger nods seriously. "Takramul a ben takre, krande," he says.
*Predators are indeed scary and bad.*

>stranger, fa krande (*You're bad.*)

Stranger looks affronted. "Na? Krande?" he asks you. He shakes his head and gives you a dirty look.
*Me? Bad?*

>stranger, fa alsen ne salum (*You take my house.*)

Stranger shakes his head. "Na ben selme."
*I'm good.*

>stranger, fe rema lalse (*Your son is silly.*)

Stranger laughs, and tousles his son's hair. "Ben tsa lalse," he agrees. The boy looks highly embarrassed.
*Yes he is silly.*

>stranger, ne rema lalse (*My son is silly.*)

Stranger laughs. "Ne rema ben lalse a!" he exclaims, and tousles his son's hair.
(*My son is silly too!*)

>stranger, na ben lalse (*I am silly.*)

Stranger nods vigorously. "A!" he exclaims, "Lalse lalse!"
*Yes! Silly, silly!*

>stranger, fe scarmul lalse (*Your weapon is silly.*)

Stranger says, "Fa unen lalse? Na unen selme, takre scarmul."
*You seeing weirdly? I see well, my weapon is scary.?*

>stranger, takramul selme (*predator is good.*)

Stranger chuckles. "Y," he tells you. "Takramul takre, takramul y selme."
*No. Predators are scary, not good.

>point at bark

Stranger says, "A! Rakasha! Fe rema ben akne! Na alanasen!" He runs back into his hut, and shortly reappears with a stem from a small plant, which he hands to you with great reverence. "Fa alsen tsa fe rema," he tells you. "Tsa ben selme."
*Yes! Feverleaf! Your son is sick! I understand! You take this to your son. It will be good.*

**(at the end)**

Just then, there is movement near the Hut door, so you grab your weapon and see what it is. You throw back the hide doorway and see, to your surprise, Stranger standing there, with his son.

"Selme?" he asks, hesitantly.

"A selme," you reply, with relief. "Ne rema y akne." You hesitate a moment, not knowing the right words, and finally give up, and finish, "Thank you."