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Mwikali eats and enjoys herself getting up and dancing alongside others her hips and body moving to the music. It wasn't formal but more primal.

Aha! Oho! Here is Earth Magic!

The three vulture brothers perch on the rock outcropping that forms a partial wall around the campsite, gobbling down scraps of roasted bulette meat tossed to them by the adventurers, or by the gladiators and harem women.

Mmmm! Yes! Just as Wulfgar said! Like tender baby chicken-shark!

How would you know what either tastes like, dummy!? All we have had to eat until today is carrion: rotten hyena, lizards, snakes, and rodents!

Don’t call him a dummy, you idiot! Hahahaha!

'Never hurts to have friends.' Wulfgar smiles "Good, then we have an accord, you tell us what you see and we let you eat what we kill." He nods toward Shaka, "Of course our tiger get's to eat his own kill, but I'll wager even he may leave some left over from time to time. So what should we call you boys?"

When his discussion with the brothers is over, he remounts his stallion and asks the others, "Shall we head to Safi? We shall speak with our crew and possibly the monks there. We may be able to talk them into joining us. We just have to think up a plan." He then turns his horse west, and continues on the road to Safi.

We are the Buzzard Brothers Three! I’m Jonas Buzzard!

I’m Caspar Buzzard!

And I be Eli Buzzard!

The three vultures continue to gorge themselves on the entrails of the slavers...

These be good eating you’ve killed, good sir! More of the same, if you please!

Now don’t eat so much you can’t fly, Jonas! Gluttony has its price, remember?

Yes! Let’s not have a repeat of the hyena carcass incident! You ate so much you couldn’t fly and were almost dinner for that lioness!

Oh Allah! Don’t remind me of that! I’m still having nightmares!

Do you hear that brothers? We are a vital part of the Circle of Life! Very important persons, as it were!

Well of course we are, brother! I knew that much!

Ooh! The guts are intact! I love it when I get to pull out the guts! Dibs on the man-ape’s guts! You cannibals can eat the Tengu’s guts! Har har harrrr!

After breaking fast on the guts of the slavers, the vultures are inclined to agree to Wulfgar’s proposal of working as aerial reconnaissance in trade for a steady supply of carrion to eat...

Yes, we brothers will keep eyes out for the Desert Jackals, and clean up their messes to boot, shan’t we brothers?

Damn straight!

Hell yuss!

Nodding to Shaka, Wulfgar finishes stripping the captain, then cutting off his arms and legs, tosses them near the tiger. Grabbing the captains corpse by the hair of it's head, he drags the torso away from the tiger, tossing it a little distance from him, he calls to the vultures, "Come carrion eaters, feast, I would speak with you."

Hey, brothers! Hear that? This kindly gentleman is serving us breakfast! He only wants to have a little chat in return... What say you, brothers? Can we trust him?

What if it’s a trick to lure us down there and let their tiger gobble us all up!? Did you think of that, my bird-brained brother?

Quiet, you carrion-heads! Don’t give him any ideas... Let’s just have a little taste of the breakfast he offers and hear what he has to say from a respectable distance, right?

The three vultures drift down in a spiral until they land about thirty paces from Wulfgar and the proffered limbs of Captain Barak and the Tengu...

A hundred feet overhead, a trio of buzzards circle, anticipating a meal of Tengu and human carcasses...

In Arabic: CAAAAAWW!!! WE’LL BE EATING WELL TODAY, BROTHERS!!