Beragalag Bungood
The old man pointed at the chief.
"Him!"
He spoke in a strange, accented dialect of Kaenodesk, but the point got across. He began to converse, to the mixed amazement, bemusement, amusement and puzzlement of those present.
"I will translate for you, so we can... er, talk."
His skills in speaking the language were rusty, but already they came quick and fast.
Suddenly, though, he realised the implication of the language they spoke. It was effectively... a dialect of the language of the Bugugazh Beragalag Athag! They were the barbarians feared! But, hang on... no they weren't. The language was different from any he'd heard, and they were stronger, somewhat differently built... and, he noticed, richer in many ways, from what they carried.
Somewhat fearful that violence would break out if he realised what language they were speaking, he simply told the chief that he had learned this language in his childhood, which was nominally true, and that he could translate for them. The chief himself considered it, as well as their somewhat differed looks and possession of more advanced implements and goods than the natives, and accepted it.
Thus, he, in turn, turned and announced this to the crowd, who still seemed curious, but began to disperse. As they were led through its ever lessening ranks, the people got the look they wanted, relieved themselves of their anxiety, and went to work, knowing that it was not what it had first seemed, apparently.
The party, though large, was led without incident to a longhouse, the biggest in the village, within which they were sat down, and their leader brought to a table with several mats around it to speak. A sort of rich, warm beer was brought in by the chief's wife, following protocol with guests, and they got down to business. And, indeed, it went remarkably well, the matters of trade going well when their possession of amber was revealed as well as their high regard for metal, and even the explanation of their language's intelligibility with the "barbarian" tongue was explained without incident.
It seemed, now, that the first contact between the Kaenod and the Galid had been made. They drank to it, not knowing where their peoples' futures would blow together.