Early in the morning Marcello had worken up and walked out of his hut. He was a handsome man having an effeminate figure and a thick italian accent. With long black hair and a clean shaven face. Like every morning he hauled up a bucket of water from the nearby river, took out a small stone knife, and took his time shaving. As soon as he was done he walked over to one of the huts where boards had been stacked up and ready for use. He had started building this new hut for one of the amazons days ago and he would spend most of the day working on it until he was needed.