[FolkMaster]

It in fact not Anansi's plan to have Benji ask for help, but he wasn't in a position to haul the heavily pregnant human up into the tree with him. He watched closely from his hiding place, though, trying to figure out if these were hostiles or worshipers. As for the natives, they continued talking to each other while casting confused glances towards Benji. They had no idea what to make of this. Pale visitors to the jungle weren't completely foreign to them, but finding one half-naked and all alone was odd. Usually, they came around in groups wearing strange clothing and with a tan-skinned guide who spoke the tribe's language. Benji spoke, making them all pause for a few seconds, but they couldn't begin to understand what he said.

One of the men moved closer. He watched Benji turn his wrists in the strange thread. The head of a spear jabbed at the webbing, but not a single strand gave up its hold. A few more confused, yet increasingly concerned mumbles. The same man crouched down in front of Benji, tilting his head this way and that while getting a good look at him, and then pressed an open palm over Benji's very swollen belly.