She thinks for a moment, then nods. More or less, she says that if you're willing to help her sister make the trip to the spire and back, which is an important ritual of adulthood around these parts, then she'll make you the loincloth.<br/><br/>Her sister is supposed to fail without help, but nobody wants to help, other than the shaman who can't.<br/><br/>After you agree, she ushers you to one of the further huts, where her sister and the shaman are. She and her sister look much alike, as do most of the villagers you see on the way. Dark of skin, but not in the way that Southerners are, more bark colored than Southern. Long hair in various autumnal colors.<br/><br/>The major difference is that the young sister is dressed exactly as much as you are and has many designs in blues and yellows and purples being drawn on her by the shaman. The shaman wears some kind of wrap around her waist that still manages to expose her cock (wait, what?).<br/><br/>They were making idle chatter before you arrived, and the elder sister explains that this nice outsider has offered to help.