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Natasha

The last day had gone veyr well for Natasha. She had successfully passed the expectations of the tribe leader, much to his dismay. Now, as she worked inside of her kitchen, preparing for a large feast, she couldn't help but overhear what some of the high-ranking individuals of the tribe were saying.

"You know that Magma has been very quiet recently," an unfamiliar voice said.

"I know," a female voice said. "It's toubling."

"I'm worried tht they're stocking up for an attack," said the first voice.

"Don't be," the tribe leader said. "If all goes well, we will head off to Canyon tomorrow. I've been planning this attack for a long time, and if it all goes well, then we will be able to take down the tribe from the inside."

"But the problem is finding volunteers," said the female voice. Natasha placed some herbs on the counter before she pulled out her trusty steel knife that the tribe leader had given her, still listening intently.

"I'll go," said the first voice.

"No," the leader said sharply, instantly shooting the suggestion down. "You're too high-ranking in this tribe to go out and possibly get yourself killed."

"Then who do you suggest we send out?" the female voice said, matching the tone of the leader.

"I will."

The words were out of Natasha's mouth before she even thought of them. The three that had been talking out of her field of vision suddenly were beside her.

"I'll have to tell you exactly what we have planned," the tribe leader said. "Are you sure you want to risk your life?"

"Tell me who else would willingly volunteer?" Natasha said, her voice coming across almost as a hiss.

"After dinner, meet me in my house," the leader said, and she nodded.