Ray was wandering Mombasa, smiling and waving at his people. He hated thinking of them like that, Ray thought them equal to himself. Ray sighed, as he reached his home, and sat. He wondered if those who had the magic weapons would trade. Those shiny rocks the little bear had found were pretty, but served little to no purpose. Maybe a good way to stop a draft, but they weren't food, they couldn't be shaped into tools. Ray sighed, as he tossed another gem, a large ruby, back and forth idly. The uncut gem was dingy, but glimmered as it caught the light. After a time, Ray wondered if the other rulers were doing well, and wondered if they would consider joining him on a hunt. He snapped, and wrote letters, enough for those at the meeting before the attack, would join him in Mombasa for a bit of sport. About half way through the third letter, Ray stopped. It hadn't occurred to the young raccoon that the others may not be able to read Saranii. He shrugged, and hoped they could translate. After that, Ray asked his messengers, a new batch, to deliver these messages to each of the capitals.