Walking into the primitive city, you see just how life is here.
To one side you see a Pemalite calling out in thought-speak, selling large quantities of raw meat in exchange for scrap metal. On the other, a second Pemalite sells scrap metal in exchange for meat. Still further down is another Pemalite selling purified water in exchange for labour at the purification facility.
As Marty falls behind, a scrawny black, gray and white Pemalite comes up to him, gesturing with her hands, holding what appears to be a damaged food preparation device. The Pemalite says nothing and it quickly becomes clear she is mute.
Ehruf finally stops, not to far from where Marty has been halted, and gestures inside a mud hut before entering. Inside are clay pots and various pieces of scrap technology as well as a seated old Pemalite female with shaggy, red fur. There is a hide rug in the center of the hut and, as the elder Pemalite rises, you notice that her seat is a stuffed hide cushion of sorts. The hides look disturbingly Pemalite, yet radically different in some strange way.
<Ehruf,> the elder say, standing uneasily, <Ayrow just told me you would be here. He tells me you have Kel-Spawn.> She looks at the group, <And apparently an Andalite?>
