The rode for what seemed to be hours, the sun dropping below the distant horizon and the moon becoming prominent in the sky. All they way, aside from Danita's and Toho's brief exchange, all were silent. The simply rode forward - slowly, likely in deferrence to their new guest - and ignored the many bizarre sounds eminating from the darked forest. Toho only rarely let his eyes wander down to the back of the girl's head, usually staring straight ahead as though she wasn't there.<br/><br/>Several hours into the night, distant lights could be seen in a clearing past the woods. Arriving closer, they'd see the Jaega village, a rather large community from the looks of it. Native tents were set up in seemingly organized rows, and a few Jaega wandered about. Large torces illuminated different areas of it. Even at this late hour, a handful of small children were chasing each other about, playing and laughing loudly.<br/><br/>As they rode into the village, Chief Otaohnacto, turned to Damita, offering her a slight bow of the head. The warriors riding ahead of them turned and did the same, as did Toho. It appeared to be some kind of tradition. The Chief finally spoke then.<br/><br/>"Welcome."