I met a fellow, rather he met me. When I awoke I was being dragged away by an angry bear. This fellow decided that he would tango with the beast and felled it quickly. Utopia was right when they classified these people as barbarians. The man was grizzled, seeming to be in his late 30’s. He was adorned in a fur coat made of what seemed to be a bear pelt. His bottom half meanwhile was a long loincloth and pretty much nothing else. I'm honestly glad at least he’s covering it up. Nevertheless I still find myself appalled with his appearance. As any gentlemen would.
“What is a ‘Bean Genie?’” called the barbarian.
“It’s food, you eat it.” I said
“I know what food is ya bastard. How is this thing food?” He called attempting to chomp on the can. “ARE YOU IN NEED OF ASSISTANCE?” Called buddy bot, startling me. I forgot he was holding the food.
“Okay, what is that and why can it speak?” He shouted, raising off the ground and keeping his eyes on his new target.
“He’s buddy bot, he’s a helper droid.”
“Robot, metal, he’s moving metal that does stuff.” I tried explaining. Even from what I’ve read they had robots. They must of fallen far.
“Alright.” He puts his guard down, still eyeing buddy bot down.
“I could use this assistance whatever you’re referring to.”
Buddy bot snatched the can from him, making him go on edge ready to fight. After buddy bot opened the can however, he calmed down again and took the can. He stared inside uncertain.
“There, that’s the food”
“What food is this?” he questioned putting his finger in.
“Beans, that’s why it’s name is Bean Genie”
He put the finger in his mouth, gave a look of concern, then kept eating. I’d assume he’s not a fan of the taste but honestly no one is. Bean Genie is mostly for cooking and idiots who think unheated generic bean paste is a good meal.
“Why do you have this? Do you trade?” He said scarfing down the bean mush with a face of disgust.
“No, I'm bringing this to the, uh…” I had a sudden realization I had no call card on what the tribe’s name was or anyone in it.
“Do you know a man that may or may not of left all of the sudden?”
“What kind of leave?”
“I know a man who snuck into Utopia looking for food, do you perchance know the man?”
“Is this some riddle?”
“A man went to go get food, never returned, I know the man.”
“Why do you bring up this man?”
“Because I'm bringing this to the man’s tribe.”
“Because the man wanted to do it, so I'm doing it for him.”
“Why did he not do it?”
“Let’s not have this conversation right now. Do you know of a tribe nearby?”
“Yea, there’s only one around. Why didn’t you ask about them earlier instead of assuming I know some random disappearing man.”
“Okay, now that we’re on the same page, where is this tribe.”
“If I gave you directions would you even know what they meant?”
“Depends on the direction.”
“Why don’t I just take you, and in return take a little bit more Bean Genie. It tastes like moss but if it’s food I want it.”
And with that, the man escorted me through the land till nightfall, where we camped toward an area he described as ‘on the border of their land’. That night I slept horribly. The ground was hard and the moonlight was glaring. At least this’ll only take another day.