The figure that comes into view is human, not nearly as painted as the dead tribals who lie scattered all around. He is, however, a lot more heavily tattooed- starting with his face. And we won't get into the hat.

"Ho, I'm no danger," he says, holding up both hands; the effect is somewhat spoilt by the curved war club he's still got in one of them. "Anybody who makes an enemy of the White Legs, they're probably okay."