"If you must. But please, if you are seen to try to use all form of etiquette and courtesy...."

Kuublu pauses. It is unlikely that Ak' would have had any training, hard enough to find even in the towns and villages.

"I fear that we may have a difficult situation if we do not behave ourselves, but you can try."

Kuublu will definitely try to conceal himself in case a social situation arises, he wants to be at his best when he is visible.

Etiquette...as practiced among human societies in civilization, is a very strange concept for Ak'kulula. For the human boy who was raised among his Great Apes kin in the jungles, a Mystic who came into his power through the discovery and engaging of his true inner self, Ak'kulula understood only honor, like that when one sentient being acknowledges and honors another. The learning and practice of complex traditions and practices designed to codify and demonstrate shared values, is an almost alien concept to Ak'kulula.

Nonetheless, the lad sees into the heart of the Prince and understands his intentions - peace and harmony, and the avoidance of unnecessary agitation leading to conflict. Ak'kulula nods at Kubluu.

"Your Highness, please stand with me in the corridor, right outside the double doors which will remain open. I will try to draw the being's attention and attract it to come round the corner to investigate." The lad turns to the rest of the companions. "Honored Sirs, Chieftain's Daughter, please conceal yourselves behind these doors. If the being is hostile, we will run back through the doors and take our stand with you. We will meet the being here at the doors, where we may all engage it."

Ak'kulula bows. "Is this suggestion acceptable?"

Ak'kulula and Kuublu stood in the corridor outside the doors, while the others concealed themselves inside the sacred chamber.....

There was no sign the figure had heard them and its shadow remained motionless....utterly motionless....

Ak'kulula knocks his machete against the stone wall, producing a series of loud jarring clanging noises that are irritating to the ears. He then drags its point against the ancient stone, creating a noise that sets the teeth on edge.

Throughout this whole time, with his keen eyes he watches the shadow on the floor for the faintest hint of movement. His Mystic senses are stretched out and at full alert. His mental fingers are held up and forward, lightly caressing the threads of consciousness in the air, testing the psychic ether for any inflection, any vibration, that might indicate detection or awareness of the party's presence.
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OOC - Ok that last paragraph is just some flowery description of Ak'kulula being alert, and with his ESP.