Months. That wasn't promising at all. Ren took the pointed look. He could read well enough the undercurrent of a warning or threat in her words. A cautionary note that maybe he should play nice with the strangers he didn't trust or know. He would avoid starting any fights for the moment, but he would make no promises or assurances that he would continue to follow their peaceful organization if he found it counter to his own objectives.

He got up and moved to the curtains covered in writing after she drew his attention to them, and studied them a bit closer. One set seemed to have a map, and a particular area near both the river and the canyon walls drew his attention closest, his hand raising to trace the writing faintly without touching it.

It was his hand writing.

"And the natives?"