Ah, another! They all went to Siesta I see. I just took care of that, waking people welcome here to converse, share tales and sip on something.

(Off towards the edge of the square, a small band of Andean mountain pipers begins to play, as a couple other people begin to mill about. Mangas sits down on a brightly-woven cloth, obviously a traveller from further north, who has arrived by foot since there are no llamas to the north.)

Pleased to meet, (he says, quaffing down something). Have you a tale? After you.

(It is a beautiful day, the sun low on the horizon, a cool breeze driving away any excess heat.)