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Just before anyone else could do anything, Zeyphrine and the knocked down tribe member weren't the only unconscious ones. Clementine already looked like she was dead. The cave epople seemed primitive, but they knew how to work together against the others. Their gestures, which were signs for a plan, went away, and all the enemies in front of our heroes went calm, motionless and soundless. They were holding their breaths, as another member, who was hid very well, quietly opened a pot of a weird potion. The chemical reaction between the ingredients in it would quickly make everyone who were breathing unconscious, before they would know. Even a sharp person like Neik could easily make the mistake to fall a victim of the opitate.

The heat invaded Clementine's body, as her face was soaked in sweat and tied with a rope. Despite of the sweat drops on her eyes, she finally managed to open them. The horrifying sight of Zeyphrine, tied with a rope, hanging upside down over a flaming pit caused Clemmy to forget about the weakness after the freshly regained conscious. Also, did they really have to lit a whole pit for one dinner?

"And now..." One of the tribe spoke in clear langwage. "Let the sacrifise to our Flame God begin!"
Clementine was trying to do her best to reach her sword and cut the rope. She hoped that the rest were awake too.

(ООC: Now everyone, let your characters do whatever you want, but don't let them escape far far away yet.)