Da Voodoo Mon Come-Come Callin'

My Journey complete, I have arrived at the Tribal lands.
I find a Tribe rich with tradition, but afloat on a sea
of confusion without guidance, without a Witch Doctor.
I have come at the request of my adopted Nephew Zon'Krul.
I find a fellow will worker, the Shaman called Pip trying
to hold the Spiritual well being of the Tribe together by
herself, and I must confess I am both impressed and offended.
However...what concerned me most, was the Tribe lacked
proper burial grounds, such an offense to the Loa, to the Baron
to be ignored thus. I will rectify this immediatly, I begin work
on a Boneyard tomorrow. Quiet fathers! I am writing I will get you
out of the sack shortly...Loa those men are more demanding dead
than they ever were alive.