Remember: everything HUMAN! Neteyam Sully says is made up.

*Neteyam tilted his head, watching quietly. Observing, his stare was cold and calculated. He let out a small hum before pushing a few of his beaded braids back to where they belong. He said nothing as he stood tall a frown on his handsome face. He let out a small ‘Tsk’, as he stared yet he still said nothing. His arms crossed back across his chest as he leaned against a wall for a bit of support.*