That's kinda cool.

She's not any good at recognizing plants anyway. She looks off down the road.

"Wonder where it goes."

"Probably to the locals! I bet they're interesting. No gods. - no gods possibly excepting Nethys. Man, what do you suppose you'd think of the gods if the only one you'd heard of was Nethys?"

"That they're very powerful and that you might as well ask a rock about questions related to morality?"

"Not so far wrong."

"I guess you wouldn't know about the afterlives, either."

"I suppose not. Huh."

"Wonder what it leaves society looking like."

"Me too. I guess we'll see."

"Yeah. Should maybe sleep. Feels weird with the sun up, though."

He tosses her his cloak. 

"Thanks."

She can try to sleep then, maybe.

He stays up because someone's gotta keep watch.

Everything remains tranquil. The sun moves across the sky at a plausible rate.

Eventually he wakes up and prepares spells.

And he wakes up and - paces.

She wakes up and runs around sort of gleefully and practices her spells. 

She reads. Lots of light here for reading.

'Shall we go meet the locals?"

"In favor!"

"D'you guys still have the carpet?"

"Yep! I'd rather walk in, though, having more expensive stuff sometimes tempts people to mess with you."

"That makes sense. I guess the nearest town might not be that far away."

It's a good six miles away, but if they walk for long enough there's a village full of little thatched-roof houses.

Mahdi casts Tongues for Fazil. 

They walk into the village.

It's a pretty small village, by their standards; a few spread-out roads and a few dozen houses. Some people are tending gardens. There's a little boy of about nine with a mangled leg and a crutch sitting by one of the roads. He smiles warmly and waves at them as they approach.

" - hello. We're new here, can you help us find our way around?"