As Atrous begins to settle his bussiness for the day in his hut, he hears a rumbling of leaves outside, being crushed by footsteps... murmurs...people talking, he cannot discern who. Sudenly a flas of light comes into the hut as the skins blocking the entrance are flung aside and a man enters, Atrous recognizes the figure imediatly, Izcoatl. He has returned from the west and he hopes, with good news.
Atrous-- Izcoatl! what a good time for you to arrive...
Izcoatl-- Atrous, it is good to see you, friend. I see you have taken leadership of your people, that is comforting to know.
Atrous-- but tell me, what of the barbarian tribe to the west?
Izcoatl-- alas my search has been for naught, their huts lie in ashes and coal, nothing but burnt bones lie among their fields...
Atrous-- attacked? by whom?
Izcoatl-- I do not know, there are many tribes around us, why just during my returned I viewed a group of people in the distance, surely another group searching for a home. As to whom, we may never know, it could have been Aza's people, it could have been something else entirely, but now that you have leadership, I hope we have nothing to worry about...--Izcoatl begins staring at the ground and turns around...
Atrous-- what is it Izcoatl?...what is it now
Izcoatl-- nothing, nothing... have you chosen a succesor? we aren't exactly young, old friend.
As Atrous is about to answer, Jason interrupts the discusion, entering abruptly into the hut...
Atrous-- what is it, Jason?
Jason-- terrible news....