Ahmjay starts babbling frighteningly as soon as he realizes that Con means to shoot him. When Snow starts translating to him, he goes from simple fear to fearful denial, when the suggestion that he is working with their attackers is relayed to him, Torley picks up notes of disgust and disbelief in the denials. Ahmjay points to a mark on the shoulder of each of the boys, visible under the rags they are wearing. “I would rather die than work with Igbo scum.” the driver tells Snow as he spits on the ground in the boys’ direction.
Jane had been taking things in and letting you take the lead, but at this point she steps between Con and Ahmjay, pushing the barrel aside as she did. “I don’t know if Dobiri would ever try a game like this, but he wouldn’t dare cross Black Mamba, you probably don’t know her, but she is a player here in Africa and not one to mess with. This is just some bad luck, jet lag and maybe some jungle spirit or Awakened plant thrown in for good measure. Besides, if Ahmjay had been in on anything else, he would have worn a seatbelt to keep him from getting hurt in the crash.”
Looking at the boys, she shrugs and says “They were probably pirates like the ones we are looking to travel with, their lives might be worth something to their captain, or not.”