Treasure hunting - The premise

Regardless of how they almost died several times throughout that quest, the result still was worthwhile. Sure a single demon crystal didn't sound significant, but without it the signal beacon wouldn't work whatsoever, even if Gustav miraculously collected all of the other required items!

The crystals were crucial, because they amplified every fraction of light, and that made up for half of what the signal beacon, was all about. 

This whole project was confusing, but through these wretched few hours, they did accomplish something great.

"That alien was pretty smart! They had a beacon blueprint for this planet specifically, my planet. Wonder how they know about all the iron and stuff that's in our lands." Gustav thought.

He browsed through the few packets of information that recently stormed his brain, and noticed something bizarre. The project he was working on here, couldn't be constructed on any other planet, apparently.

It was specifically designed for Gustav's home planet, which suggested that those Terranidan aliens were a bit too knowledgeable, or associated with random planets. 

Suspicion about them spiked up for the worse. He could only guess for how many thousands of years they roamed these lands, it was puzzling!

"Them stick-asses even taught their language to a bunch of monsters… man, if other aliens weren't hunting my ass then I wouldn't signal for anyone." Gustav admitted.

Some strong backup was mandatory, and he would much rather trust advanced aliens, to help battle other advanced aliens. It would take a greater burden away, and the only concern afterwards, would circle the 'friendly' Terranidan aliens who also want to rip his guts out. 

That wasn't a major problem. He remained confident that it was easier to negotiate with the same species, who brought him closer to home in the very beginning! 

"Let's hope Arila bounces back soon. I need her help before someone else comes and tries to blow our asses off." Gustav said.

The next portion of the plan that he tried to develop, was even more difficult in comparison. The components he needed next were exactly four particle accelerators, which would amplify the demon crystal's unique, red light! 

It was difficult to construct these components from scratch, although it was possible even for a pre-medieval man. 

He had a portion of the blueprint which would help make them. However, another calculation alarmingly described, that it would take around ten years to craft these accelerators!

"Too long… shit, I gotta build this beacon in a week. No mammoth is strong enough to survive for a decade, with a bunch of those alien maniacs loose." Gustav thought, and he was absolutely right.

There was an alternative option, however, even though the risk factors were almost as bad. He browsed through a few thoughts, and confirmed a conclusion; Any Terranidan spaceship would house more than a few, particle accelerators! 

Now that was plain obvious, and it would even sound stupid if it was explained without context. If he had contact with the Terranidans and the ships they flew in, then it wouldn't even be necessary to build a signal beacon. That was plain obvious.

He didn't have contact with any friendly, living aliens. This was a headache, but it wasn't impossible to find one of their spaceships!

"They all fell in the ocean, and the flying birdy sank. I didn't see the ship when we woke up, but maybe it's easy to find it." Gustav theorized.

If he managed to find the spaceship, then this beacon project would meet an end very quickly. He wouldn't need to build any advanced technology from scratch, and at this point he didn't feel smart enough to do so either.

"Spaceship it is, then..." He decided.

Gustav guessed that the demonic moles could help him. They can dig a simple but lengthy tunnel, about ten meters below the ocean floor. It would be a godly shortcut to say the least!

That was the first part of his plan, but he hadn't figured out the later portion yet. This was a bit annoying, but he had no idea where the ship was as stated before, but was confident about finding it; There was no other choice either way!

…

Arila made it through the night, although it had been tough for her, and it also was a heart-strain for everyone involved. 

This village featured the most extroverted people imaginable, at least four times more social than the mammoth-kind, which Gustav was accustomed to.

They were very welcoming, and equally sympathetic about their people too. Tunada's house, for example, was already going through repairs, even though it was wrecked less than twenty-four hours ago. Everyone was volunteering!

Such hospitality felt holy, and in this case it helped boost the few plans which Gustav tried to muster up. He visited Arila first, of course, and was happy to give her some company.

"How are you feeling, me lady?" He asked, and ran his hairless hands across her rhinoceros face.

Gustav had shape shifted to that human-like form of his, because he felt that a smaller man would comfort anyone just a little bit better. 

"I really have to take a shit. The girls fed me like ten pounds of meat, and that ain't so easy on my gut." She answered.

"Well you can't shit on my hands, but maybe a bucket will do?" He joked.

"Don't worry, I wouldn't want to ruin your new shirt there. Mostly because I know the lady who knitted your clothes, plenty of our sheep are bald now because of you." She followed along, and was quite chatty now from the looks of it.

Overall, he was happy about her current condition. Arila could walk again, at least slightly, which was obviously better than being dead. 

"Eat as much as you can, because we're going fishing soon, hehe. I need your help." Gustav explained, after he helped the other move around her room a little bit.

"Sounds better than dealing with demons. Fish aren't a pain in the ass, if you don't piss off the big ones that is." She sighed.

They got a little giggle out of that, but later he revealed. "I was just joking about the fish, just to make you feel better. We'll be digging under the ocean soon, and it should be fun. There's a sunken… ship which has a lot of treasure, and that loot could really help your village."

"We don't need any help, honestly." Arila corrected, and then added. "I'm guessing this treasure will help you, more than it could help us… Gussy."