"thanks to your friends my mistress now looks worse than my wife because of burns, the huts can easily be rebuilt, but I am afraid none of you will live to see that" said the chief as his medicine man sat in a nearbye corner rubbing his pot belly. "I will hang your skins like tapestries after they have been flailed off your hides!!"
At that several dozen men appeared from seemingly nowhere with short bows and strangly angled swords. The cheif began to calmly explain how captives were buried up to their necks and the swords were used to open their skulls...