The night would go on, the campfires always tended by at least one Dze, for it seemed as if they only needed four hours of sleep at a time, with rotations occuring frequently, for they delighted in sleeping to calm music at the beat of drums, flutes, fiddles and lyres. It was a mostly peaceful night, for the songs were not of intense tone and they did not interrupt the sleep, songs to the moon, to the stars, to the forest, to their gods.
By the time morning rolled there was a decent cover of snow as most Dze went about their day, kids throwing snowballs at eachother whilst carpenters carved, masons cut and lumberjacks went to the site the vessel had landed on in the night to collect wood for the campfires, a smithy began to light up the furnace. The tribe was very active, almost like a settled village, instead of what one would percieve as the life of lowly or savage nomads.
They would be given another tray of food and a wooden tablet with more hieroglyphs and a depiction of the local landscape, presumably they and their crew would be given the right to traverse the tribe's lands unbothered and take shelter with them whenever necessary.
Yes since we did a small time gate in the night the post will end with night rolling
