A small group of scavenging natives

As you peek over the junk you catch sight of the group of people. Perhaps you would have sighed in relief. However, these aren't the adventurers you were half hoping and dreading meeting. Instead, they are mostly naked, only wearing exotic-looking body paint, bone and bark ornaments, and the most ragged and filthy loincloths.

You have encountered the natives of the CessPond. Human's who have been diseased by a strange brain rot, which somewhat erodes their intelligence but primarily their inhibitions. Although they could still communicate, they would often not care to do so unless in dire situations.

This is soon demonstrated by one of the scavenging men who straightens himself to scratch his crotch, slipping a grubby hand behind his loincloth. He then shuffles over to one of his teammates and grabs her bare breast to kneed, none to gently. She doesn't seem to care, however, as she has one foot propped up on the back of a half-rotten armchair. Loin cloth thrown aside masterbating in the open.

This seems to distract the third member of their group, who wares fewer bone ornaments and keeps glancing over at the pair while he continues his search. You see him fish out a glinting object which he tucks away into a pouch after a brief examination. Then turns towards the unruly pair who have already started fucking.

You hear a series of grunts and garbled words, the third member seems like he wants to join because he's already whipped out his hard cock. To your surprise he makes his advances toward both the woman and the man. But the precarious nature of the junk mountain doesn't allow for the threesome so in the end, he settles for humping the fungus-infested stuffing of the armchai somewhat ill-temperedly.

Your ears flatten and you rech silently for a few moments in disgust before turning your attention to the last member.

Unlike the others, she wears very little in the way of paint and ornaments, but she is pregnant. Not heavily so, but the round bulge in her stomach is distinct enough. Your eyes alight on a pearly sheen by her ears and you realize she is wearing jewelry. Not the tribal kind you'd expect from the natives, but the sort you'd expect to see on city folk.

She scratches her ass, but seems intent on continuing her search. You see her find a moldy slice of bread. She doesn't even hesitate before biting off a piece. The loud crunch which reaches your ears makes you wince.

Slowly you crouch back down to hide under the crest of your junk hill.

What should you do? You could follow these natives to their village. They had a tendency to hoard glittering things and they might have a stash of treasure.

Alternatively, you could fight them. To be frank, the natives were a scurge to this area. Their brainrot was unfortunately contagious, and they were fairly aggressive too. You'd heard they'd attack and **** women, who were as good as lost forever afterward as the disease took over their body, and made them unfit for polite society. They were further shunned for having an infectious disease. In the eyes of the kingdom, individula infected with brain rot were not even considered human anymore.

But fighting them entailed the risk of infection if you were defeated, after which you would join their number.

Otherwise you could simply leave them alone and find a better spot to search for your treasure. You'd sated your curiosity, after all.