The rain and wind continues, but the worst of the storm has passed. The party gathers their soaked supplies and heads east through the jungle. They soon encounter strange markings on the trees: elaborate circles. Undeterred, the party continues trudging through the jungle until Anton spots a figure darting between the trees ahead. The party readies themselves as the dark-skinned man charges forward, yelling at them, “get off my land!” He carries a heavy wooden staff and hunches over. His hair hangs in dreadlocks of alternating black and white. One of his eyes narrows into a squint, and the other remains wide open.
Confused, the party calls back, but the stranger continues shouting for them to get off my land. He appears to have no interest in allowing the party to pass through. After a back-and-forth, the party begrudgingly agrees to travel a bit out of their way to avoid trespassing on the Old Yellers’ land.