Though it took many days to cut through the swaths of idiots and dense vegitation, my bearer party along with my most trusted Jibbo, "Mangdulgadabojismoshandowallla" and about 15 of the finest Black Guard Scottland has to offer.

Upon breaking through the growth and clearing a base camp for the expedition, the Jibbos inform me that a strange tribe of rejects and has-never-beens is infact located just a scant crossing of the creek over the hill. I will see if I can sneak up and observe these miserable indigeni from up close but remain unobserved.

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