Michael and his exploration team where headed to where they believed laid the ruins of a once mighty civilization. The local folklore spoke of a land of wizards and magic but that disappeared without trace. Even when Mike and his team didn't believe the tales, they had found evidence that some sort of city lay hidden in the deep jungle. The locals warned Mike not to get close, saying the place was haunted or cursed and that people never returned.
Mike did not heed the warnings and along with his team, Julia the archaeologist, Brandon a young intern, Diego the well paid guide and security and Helen the laboratorist. This small group ventured into the deep jungle. After a couple days they were close to a mountain range, on which the supposed location of the ruins were located, they decided to set base camp there and waited for the morning to come.
On the dead of the night they heard some rumbling, Diego woke them up warning them of the danger. He was ready to fend them off from any beast, but this was an ambush. The scientists and their guide were submitted by a bunch of hands that bind them with rope, before being dragged. They didn't knew it yet, but they were taken inside the caves, once inside they saw a bunch of people, they look like savages, with long unkempt hair, bronze skin, covered in dirt and not a single shred of clothing between them, they saw woman breastfeeding their young while the man held them from wrists and ankles from rocks.
The savages were gawking at them pulling their clothes, ripping some of them, as they tried to get them off. The whole thing was chaotic until someone blew a horn. The savages quieted down, and on the faint light of the torches came a boy, not yet a teen, yet not small. Unlike the others he had markings that looked elaborated and feathers in his hair, and had a staff with him, although no clothing to speak off.
"Nǐ huì shuō Zhōngwén ma?"
Mike and the others were somewhat relieved, this savages had language, even if they didn't understood it yet.
"Czy mówisz po polsku? Praat julle Afrikaans? Sprechen sie deutsch? Hablan español? Do you speak English?"
"Yes, we do." Mike and crew were utterly baffled, not only this kid spoke perfect english, but maybe so much more.
"Aaaah... I'm the shaman and we are the Vault People."
"We are an expedition group... erh travelers" Mike thought that even if this kid could speak english, didn't meant he understood everything... he was wrong. "We mean you no harm." said addressing everyone.
"There's no need to speak to them, they cannot understand you... but you will soon understand them." said the boy as he came closer to inspect them, taking his time with the ladies. "Good. You may join our tribe."
"What? Hold on what are you talking about? Is there someone else we can talk to?" said Brandon.
"Each other I presume... uhm... those... clodes... no, clothes... you won't need them... The ceremony shall begin at dawn.