<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FFBF00">Ernest Glen Stevens</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FFBF00">Professor Stevens</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/0b949cc1-f3e3-4b2b-9453-c391a496997f_zps8c4edb79.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>The Professor was beyond excited as Gleywine informed him of the ther societies that were around.<span style="color: #FFBF00">"Ah! Of course there are more! How stupid of me to assume otherwise. This is a rather large planet, after all. It wouldn't make sense for there to be only one society thriving out in these jungles,"</span>the professor replied as he stood to grab his bag from the space above.<span style="color: #FFBF00">"Excuse me, pardon me. Sorry about that..."</span>he said in a rehearsed voice as he had to stand in front of Gleywine. He finally got his bag and took his seat once more, taking out a rather worn out leather bound notebook and pen.<br/><br/>He began to scribbled down notes of what Gleywine was telling him. He hoped desperately that they would run into someone from the Uhuru. They sounded magnificent and proud. The situation between Ovia and Uhuru sounded much like Transatlantic slave trade of the old times when America--a long abolished country, had first started up. Europeans and Americans alike had stolen many from their tribes in Africa and had brought them over as slaves. Thankfully those days were long over and the countries of Earth were no longer.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF00">"If raiding is a common occurrence, why do these tribes not band together to try and fight the Getalians? Are there too few of them?"</span>Ernest had paused in his writing to look up at Gleywine. He doubted Gleywine knew for sure, but there was always a chance. Ernest's stomach rolled at the idea that he would see many of the Uhuru at Ovia as slaves. It hurt him deeply to know that, as it sounded like the Uhuru were good, proud people who had always done what they could to maintain a good, honest life.