The chief led the family into his home. Inside the longhouse was Damp and Musky. Sunlight cracked through the slatted walls as Human figures moved in the shadows off to the sides, moaning softly in the darkness. The smell of sex, mildew and cooking fires hung in the air, drifting slowly towards vents in the ceiling. The Chief took his seat at the far end of the room. He sat crossleged as his six wives, the youngest no older than Amber, took turns pleasuring every inch of his massive body.<br/><br/>To his right, stood the medicine woman who gestured to the family to set up on the other side of the fire pit, opposite the chief. "Sit, O holy man. The chief welcomes you to his home and greets you in a place of honor." She addressed Zachary before pulling one of the village girls aside and whispering a command into her ear, causing her to run off with a dozen other girls, excited.