Stranded

It's a gray world, no sunshine, just a foggy sky. It's hard to survive here, but there are beings here, a tall gray-skinned humanoid who is cruel and who has slaves. I'll have trouble with them, and a short yellow-skinned humanoid who seems friendly. None are pretty; they all live in skin-covered huts and use spears and axes to hunt and fight. I'll have to walk a thin line here.