The firbolgs moved almost tirelessly, despite the fact that they clearly hadn't rested the majority of their trip to the east, but they did stop, almost as a courtesy to the group, a few times along the way for quick breaks to rest the group's legs. They mourned silently as they continued, not once speaking to the group again, not even to answer Evyr's question.

Shortly after nightfall, the group reaches the firbolg village, such as it is. It was situated in a fairly large clearing, dug out for the mud and branches used to form their simple domed huts. Firbolg children ran around the single, slightly off-center, vine-covered tree, singing songs that probably made more sense to the singer than anyone hearing it. Adults seemed to be cultivating grasses and foods on the roofs of some of their homes. They all noticed the group as they entered the village and, seeing the faces of the scouting party, sent the children in to the huts. All but the "old man" of the scouting party split from the group to inform the curious others.

"Haven you to me home. Come'n'all." He leads the group past the tree in the middle of town to one of the domed houses. From the outside, it doesn't look like it can hold the group, but when they enter, the party can see it is merely cover for a ramp downward. It smells strongly of earth, but given its material structure, that would make sense - the mud continues inside. There is a single, large room with a (living) grass-covered floor. The floor isn't level, rising up just a little as it moves away from the entrance ramp. There are a few large holes near the ramp, at floor level. "Thisn end its for sleeping." He motions to the opposite end of the home as he leads them over the thick, squishy grass. "Reckonin youn unsleeped? Rest rest."