A night passed. It was the fifth day of the game.
All the signs pointed to the fact that the village chief's family seemed to be preparing for something big. The villagers were busy with all sorts of tasks, and everything had a very grand feel to it.
A player casually approached a villager to inquire, "Is there something important going on at the village chief's house? A birthday or something?"
"You'll find out soon enough." The villager didn't provide a direct answer.
"Is there anything we can help with?"
"You're guests; just come over for the meal." The villager flashed a cheerful smile. "If we need help, we'll let you know."
On one hand, the villagers were also quite friendly, at least putting on a good show. On the other hand, they wasn't exactly being polite either. When they said "If we need help," it sounded like, whether you want to help or not, you'll have to do it when the time comes.
Everyone stood outside the wooden building in silence for a few minutes.