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Trefinder smelled the strangers days before he came upon them
Landing on this planet had increased his sniff-finder a thousand times.
He had to forbid his crew from wearing deodorant after a few hours.
For the first time he could see the benefit to his sniff-finder now.

They had already accidentally surprised two tribes 
Who chased them down, and fed them to their horses.
This was day one, and he had no hope he would live to see evening.
Part of him was resigned, tired of running, and the hiding terrified him.

Whose idea was it to send him on this mission?
He sent his hatred toward the Emperor of the NoGame Celts.
It was his doing; Trefinder did not have to take this commission
Until he wrote to his mother and explained how it would make a man out of him.

More likely it would make meat or soup out of him.
He heard the war cries, whoops and screams as they came toward.
They were faster than the others, and appeared twice as violent
As if that was possible….

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