"Somewhere in that village."
Soon, the sky grows dark. As the group enters the village, a tall matoran greets them. "Evening, travelers. What brings you to our village?"
Kronan steps forwards. "We're traveling to the sea to learn about ancient history."
The Onu-Matoran nods. "Well, you're on the right path."
Kronan acknowledges this. "May we stay in your village for the night?"
The matoran says, "Absolutely! in fact, another traveler has come. i didn't catch his name, but he is in one of the spare huts. You and your fellows can stay in the other huts. is two to a hut alright?"
Kronan nods. "Thanks."
As the group walks through the village, a hunched-over matoran shouts, "What are you doing, that's a Kra-matoran leading the group! You can't let him in, he'll ruin our lives!"
A crowd begins to gather, murmuring. The old matoran continues to rant until an armored matoran guides him away. "Sorry 'bout that, he can get carried away."
If there is anything the characters wish to do, now would be a good time to do it.