The woman is slim but in great physical shape, wearing very few clothes but who would in such heat, long dark brown hair and tribal markings all over her body, moreso than anyone else you can see from your position, she is also holding a golden sceptre, you assume she is the leader.

"Please don't hurt me," you beg, "I'm not your enemy... I just washed ashore, I'm lo.."

She interrupts you by putting her finger to her ample lips, her sceptre glowing slightly as your words came out and she now speaks your language! "So... you are an outlander, good, we enjoy those here alot," she turns and winks at the others then clicks her fingers, two of them untie your bonds then immediatly withdraw, "come, you will be our guest of honour." She commands.

You rub where the rope chaffed your skin then raise slowly to your feet.