There goes the neighborhood

It was a warm summer morning when the ships began to arrive. Men with a strange language started to make themselves heard.  Their complexion was that of cream and their attire exquisite. By now the entire tribe had gathered, curiously awaiting the men to step forward to greet them with food and well being.  The first man that dared to step onto our land did so with such heed and terror that he trembled. He was a a fairly young man,  most likely in his early twenties with a scrawny physique. The young man approached us and I stepped forward. He said something in the strange language of theirs which I assumed was a greeting. Then the women and the children approached him with food and water as a welcoming gift. The scrawny man called forth the rest of his entourage and the women and kids again welcomed their guest with food and water. The men studied the meal for a while,  then feasted as if they have never eaten. Not once did the men even converse. After the meal the guests set up to spend the night. The lead explorer stayed outside of their tent as if we were dangerous. These men seemed harmless and nothing can wrong from these new guests.