She turns and walks away, leaving you standing in the small pool of light that issues out from your yurt into the gathering darkness of Tar-Domos. There is some time before Seramet will be ready to see you, and you consider that maybe you would like to spend some more time with Kral, Drazha, or Vanya, though it would also be wise to pay your respects to the families of the warriors who died on your patrol.
As you ponder this, your attention is drawn to the sound of laughter and jeering—a number of tribespeople are gathered around an upturned barrel, where it looks as if a game of Crown and Ring is taking place.