Decide this shaman is a fake and move on deeper into the jungle
You tell the shaman that you have no faith in his services. You pack up while he continues to smoke and stare through you. Puffs of smoke blow from his wrinkled face. So many frauds out there ripping off decent human travelers. I must go deep deep into the jungle. Find the real magic. You leave the village and you walk along the river. Howls of red and silver monkeys. Hundreds of birds forming pulsing chirp patterns. Hot wet sunlight. You could pass a drug test now. You have sweated all the THC from your body. You have five days powered lunch rations. You have a canteen that digitally cleanses water. Your walking stick doubles as a gun and a spear with telescoping blade. You bought some nice mind herbs from the villagers. And a sack of a caffeine heavy warty fruit. A texture like a sandy grape. You are energized. But you are also, lost.