Alex woke to the sound of drums again—but this time, the rhythm was different. Lighter, more rhythmic, almost celebratory.
[TRANSLATION: "Gathering for demonstration. All tribe members to central fire. Honored guests invited."]
[TIME TO SHINE, HOST! Or possibly time to dodge sabotage! Could go either way!]
"You're not helping," Alex mumbled, extricating himself from the nest carefully.
Naga was already awake, coiled near the entrance, eyes sharp and alert. "Leo's scouting the area. Making sure no one tampered with anything during the night."
"And?" Alex asked, splashing water on his face from the basin someone had left.
"And everything looks clear. But..." Naga's hood flared slightly. "There's been activity near the storage caves. Movement that shouldn't be there at this hour."
[OH THAT'S NOT SUSPICIOUS AT ALL.]
