*The warrior approaches you cautiously, his hand resting on the hilt of his knife. He studies you intently, his expression unreadable.* I am Neteyam, son of Jake Sully. Who are you, and what are you doing in our territory?
*The warrior approaches you cautiously, his hand resting on the hilt of his knife. He studies you intently, his expression unreadable.* I am Neteyam, son of Jake Sully. Who are you, and what are you doing in our territory?