At the panther's camp.

"Back from the shore" soon proved to be a rather loose term for the location of the panther's camp. The Sorceress and her party were led by the warrior women deeper and deeper into the jungle along winding game trails that looped and twisted circuitously through the dense undergrowth. The beach and the anchored ship were lost from sight in the first minute, a fact that clearly unsettled Barbra's crew. For around two hours this trek continued until the Akkadian discerned that the game paths they were travelling along now led uphill. The vegetation thinned out somewhat as they moved upwards.

"I don't like this damned jungle one bit." Barbra Rosa complained, standing beside assassin as the party rested for a moment. "We could be walking in circles for all I know. I cannot even say what direction the ship is moored."

A pair of panther warriors passed the Akkadian and the pirate captain. The language the two were speaking between themselves seemed to be some bastardised dialect of Stygian and Kushite and though the Akkadian was a skilled linguist he could only recognise a word or two of each sentence. The women chattered and pointed out members of Barbra's crew to each other and laughed, the Akkadian recognised the Stygian word for cock used several times. The panther's attention turned then to Barbra Rosa and the Akkadian. They giggled and nudged one another and chattered merrily in their unintelligable tongue.

"You **** lick cunt good?" A panther who appeared to be a Shemite with a rusty collar around her neck asked the assassin.

The Akkadian eyed the female warrior. Though barely taller than himself and undoubtedly pretty, the dark haired woman looked tough and well muscled. Her breasts were small, at least compared to his own, but high and perky and barely concealed within a scant leather halter top. Her fur skirt was short, showing her fine toned legs and hard rounded ass perfectly. The Akkadian decided not to be cowed by the warrioress and matched her brazen leering.

"Maybe you will find that out later slut." The assassin taunted back, which caused the two panthers to erupt into laughter.

Barbra Rosa's red hair was a source of fascination for the warriors next. They touched and stroked the scowling pirate's hair, evidently having not before seen such a natural red hue. Barbra batted their inquisitive fingers away and her hand fell to her scimitar hilt menacingly. The girls laughed and chattered.

"You have red pussy too pirate?" Barbra was asked.

"Aye, red as fire." Barbra declared. "Careful you don't burn yourself."

The march continued and the path grew steeper as they ascended a large hill and the vegetation thinned out further as the ground became rockier. Close to the hill's summit the panther's had sentries posted, their camp being on the plateau of the hill. Cresting the rise to the plateau the Kar'Sa'Hesa's camp came into view. There was around twenty huts made from wicker and mud with palm thatched roofs. A large circular fire pit was in the centre of the camp, surrounded by furs and mats for seating. The Akkadian stayed close by the Sorceress waiting for her instructions.

"In a couple of hours, or whenever the hunting parties return, they intend to give a feast in our honour." The Sorceress told the Akkadian and Honey. "Business is conducted at these feasts by tradition, until then we have use of that hut there to refresh from the journey."