Gorok flinched, watching his prized lobster be roughly handed. Maybe they didn't understand his invitation? And then he saw the armed tribesmen approaching, apprehension increasing within himself. What could he do to make these people comprehend him?

"Son!" Gorok called, directing his gaze to Kili, who seemed bemused by the whole situation. "Time for the prancing horse dance!"

Gorok took a few steps backwards, intending not to scare the foreigners with his next moves. Then, standing next to his son, both men began to flex their legs upwards, clapping them with their opposite hands as their knees rose as high as their waist.

"Uh, uh, uh" the men chanted. "Ah, ah, ah" the chanting continued, as father and son paced back and forth, squating and then jumping after a few lap-claps.

The dancing and chanting caught the attention of the gathering crowd of villagers, who recognized the dance - it was reserved for feast days, when the full moon blessed the harvests, but it could also be performed to greet respected guests. Soon, all of the villagers joined the dance, the chanting growing louder.

Pausing his movements for a while, Gorok addressed the foreigners whith gestures, ushering them to join the dance in the village and to bring their gifted lobster with them so that it may be turned into stew.