As I took my place at the tribal alliance gathering, I was met with a passionate welcome.

“Who is this pale-skinned man, anyway?” “Could he be a spy sent by those Nador bastards?”

It was a perilous situation that could quickly escalate, with the crowd looking ready to draw their swords at any moment.

Malik, the chief of the Botswana Tribe, stepped in to calm them down.

“This man here is Baron Pierre, the one who sells us muskets and gunpowder. He’s on our side.”

As soon as they heard he was one of their own, everyone lowered their swords.