From the beach through the beautiful meadows, then across the wilderness with a very unique and beautiful life in it, Aryan now arrives in a slightly open area. A small village with the roof of the houses oval, covered with dry grass.
Although they look very simple in Aryan's eyes, Aryan realizes that these people may be very intelligent. They use something from nature to build their unique home. Neatly arranged in such a way, forming a large circle, and in the middle, there is a house without a wall.
That one might be for the common good, Aryan thought. A kind of house where traditional meetings.
"In this remote village there are only ten heads of families," said the man who still carried the stag on his shoulder. "You wait inside the traditional meeting house."
Aryan smiled and nodded. His guess was right, the house with a different shape from the other ten houses, which was in the middle, was a traditional meeting hall.
"I have to save this deer first."
