As Brown's eyes adjusted to the dim light, he took in his surroundings. The hut was small, but it was filled with details that caught his attention. The walls were made of woven reeds, and animal skins hung from the ceiling. Brown noticed that the skins belonged to jaguars, snakes, and birds he had never seen before. They seemed to represent the tribe's connection to the natural world.The hut was sparsely furnished, but there were a few items that stood out. A wooden chest sat in one corner, its lid slightly ajar, revealing a few woven baskets and carved objects. Brown wondered what treasures lay inside. Next to the chest, a woven hammock hung from the wall, swaying slightly in the breeze. Brown imagined that Dianne must sleep there.In the center of the room, a fire burned, casting flickering shadows on the walls. The flames were contained in a stone hearth, which had been built into the floor. The heat from the fire was intense, but Brown appreciated its warmth in the cool jungle n

Brown's heart raced as he made his way towards the river. He couldn't stop thinking about Dianne and how she had fought for him earlier. He found her seated on a rock, gazing at the flowing water. The river was wide and fast-flowing, the water a deep shade of blue-green. Trees and vines lined the bank, casting dappled shadows on the ground. Brown could hear the sound of birds chirping and insects buzzing. It was peaceful and serene, a stark contrast to the chaos of the battle they had just experienced. As he approached Dianne, he took in her appearance. She was dressed in a simple cloth wrap that accentuated her curves, her long, dark hair cascading down her back. Her eyes were pensive, her full lips set in a tight line. Brown could feel her tension. He sat down next to her and they talked for a while. They discussed the attack and the spy that Dianne suspected was in their midst. Brown watched as she absently traced the edge of the water with her fingers. As the conversation drew