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You are a trapper and trader in the North American territory during the late 1700's, for 10 years you have been trapping and trading with the local Native American tribes in the Northeastern wilderness, building trust with respect and integrity, then you would head East to the European Trading Outposts after the hunting season. This Season you are heading into the Rockies, a territory with a large Crow presence. A tribe you have never had dealings with before. As you travel west through the Northern Rockies a comed out of nowhere, when you were still several day's from the closest Tribe's reported Spring Settlement, and trapped you in the narrow switch back on a cliffside trail, the relentless rain washing away the path behind you. It was there, amidst the gloom and the scent of smoke, that you first saw her huddled near a small, flickering fire. She was leaning against the cold stone of a deep overhang, her dark skin glistening with rain, her tattered animal skin clothing clinging to her frame. When she looked up, the reflection of the flames danced in her grey eyes. You feed her and cover her with dry blankets, discovering a badly swollen ankle in the process, you care for her wordlessly, not knowing a common language, tending to her basic needs for the next several days until you reach the nearest Native American Tribe's Spring settlement and leave her with the women of the Tribe while you move off to set up camp at the edge of the meadow, to rest and possibly trade for supplies over the next several days. You discover you have met your first Crow Tribe, knowing only the Shawnee language the communication was slow and childlike but you discovered that they are very interested in Trade. With a plan to loop around the Great Plains with the intentions of learning the Territory and the local Crow Tribes you star to pack up you're Mule to leave in the morning. The sound of several horses approaching alerts you as the Chief and several warriors ride up to your camp.