A tempest will be unleashed upon the House of Barrett and the incumbent of the powerful seat of the chairman will lash out at all political foes who challenge . . . I have been in the rainforest almost three months now, and these little people have accepted me without judgment. They are a simple people trying to survive in a new world. Their home, the rainforest, is being pillaged and raped by progress. They are dying out slowly, but they keep going strong. I have grown close to them as much as possible. It is difficult, at times, but if I stay the course, I believe that I can come to know them. They are simple, but their customs and beliefs are complex. I try to understand, but our differences clash greatly. They do as I ask because I ask it, and therefore, they do it. They call me Patron. It's a title of honor, I guess. When I first arrived I was reticent to stay with them since they are predominantly hunters and practice cannibalism. I have since learned that this inclination has a strange, but propitious, intendment, so I have dismissed it from my thoughts.