Yeah he has no idea what all those hand motions are. He's increasingly sure that her other body language is human-standard, though, which is on one hand somewhat weird but on the other hand pretty convenient if so.

He gestures at each of them in turn, giving their names - Werewolf, Eilha, Asrek, Rafiik - and then briefly mimics the far-to-near hand motion without directing it at any of them and makes a querying sound.

(The calming music is helping, though he is still nervous of the situation.)

Ah! Ah. "Mirana, Eilha, Asrek, Rafiik; Werewolf, werewolf, catfolk..." She points to the other people around: "werewolf, stetcap, boark." Off in the distance: "...harpy, tengu."

Hmm. "Saiel, would you go downstairs and come back?" Near-to-far... far-to-near!

Now we're getting somewhere! "Mirana, Eilha, Asrek, Rafiik; Werewolf, werewolf, catfolk, human." He repeats the far to near gesture and nods, with an approving hum; repeats it a second time with the circling gesture and a questioning sound.

"Human," she repeats, carefully pronouncing the foreign word.

...does he not know that Ansaf goes around the sun? Huh. She thought it was obvious, but maybe it's only obvious once you have catfolk and they try to predict the motion of the other planets and develop a theory that requires the entire heliocentric system to be rotating at the same rate as the stars, backward to the motion of the planets, and then it's obvious that actually Ansaf is looping around the sun forwards and the sun and stars don't move at all.

She points to the brightest star in the sky, The Plumber's Cursor, and slowly moves her arm down (away from the sunset)... and faster through the rest of the circle back to the Cursor's current position. Fist circles once. Pointing finger in a quick circle again once.

She's pointing at something in the sky but he has no idea what, or rather too many ideas of what - with this many species it's near-guaranteed that they're spacefaring (unless something weird is going on, and something weird is definitely going on, but he's leaving that aside for a moment) so it could be a ship or station just as easily as a star or planet if not more so, and that's assuming it is something in the sky and she's not just indicating the direction or something weirder. In short, he doesn't get it. He can maybe ask, though; he picks the slate and wax back up and uses part of the other side to sketch a diagram of a solar system to show her, indicating by gesture that the sun is the sun and the vaguely-appropriately-distanced planet he's drawn is the one they're on. Then he points in the same general direction as she did and gestures to the drawing with a querying noise: where is that on this?

She draws a straight line that starts at the planet they're on, and goes, roughly tangent to the orbit, all the way off the edge of the slate.

A star? ...that... could be a timekeeping thing? Primitive cultures often use the stars to keep track of seasons, there is a yearly cycle there. Eilha's been here three years and Asrek's been here one, maybe after originally starting out here and leaving for a while? He can't confirm it and doesn't know why they'd bother telling him that but cultures do vary, maybe it matters here. It's good news that they know what the solar system is, at least.

Let's see if we can expand on that, actually. He takes another section of the slate and sketches the rough shape of the galaxy and peppers it with dots, then mimes scooping the entire solar system diagram into one of this hands and points between the imaginary scooped solar system and several of the dots, making questioning noises at each.

Yes to all of them?

...okay yes any given star probably has a solar system. He tries again, pointing at the ground to indicate that he means this one.

Um... In the middle?

Oh good!

"Jedi?" he tries.

Huh?

That's probably his word for [the Ansaf species which has been translated as 'human' in the text so far but now needs to be disambiguated]. "Say yes," he tells the whisshopper, who projects the illusion of a voice murmuring that in Mirana's ear.

Nod!

Definitely good! Now he just needs to figure out where to go to meet up with them. He gestures at the horizon to the left and right. "Jedi? Jedi?"

"In one cycle."

She mimes nodding off... waking up with a yawn. Far-to-near, then: "Jedi."

Okay! Do they have somewhere he can spend the night, that shouldn't be too hard to ask through mime.

Of course! She gets up. (Whew, now they can stop trampling the Imperial sweetgrass.)

"Where are the distinguished visitor Rafiik's rooms?"

"The diplomat's suite with the games. A sand-table has been installed."

"Perfect."

She bows and reaches a hand to Rafiik. Can she lead him down the ladder of the nearest hole? It's not very far down, and the area below is spacious and well lit by firelight.

He'll follow her, sure!

Great, she was worried he'd get scared again for some reason. 

She leads him along a broad stone hallway. Other pedestrians pass by, glancing at him curiously. At each of the frequent intersections, a catfolk sits in a niche.

The walls are intricately engraved with people of many sorts, weaving, farming, mining, fighting, riding bicycles and things that look like cable cars, watching children, carrying stuff, eating, playing music... Most of the people are humanoid and sculpted with an exaggerated feature diverging from the basic human form. The most common species are recognizable as werewolves and catfolk, but with larger claws and pointier ears, respectively. There are also figures with tusks or hooves or horns or big round ears or square snouts or buck teeth or long droopy noses or antennae or wing-arms or big nostrils or big eyes or lots of eyes or breasts or turtle shells or webbing under their arms. A few are not humanoid: a moth and some birds.

There is a ledge along the walls at shoulder-height, holding a continuous band of flame. The activities depicted below the ledge, in shadow, are underground, with the excavated structure appearing to go many levels down.

He's paying more attention to the path they're taking than to the art, but still enough attention to notice the lack of interplanetary tech, and the absolutely bizarre number of species for both the tech level and the apparent population density. Not that he can be sure of either; maybe they just haven't chosen to depict spaceships or hovercars and they do have them, and who knows what the rest of this compound is like, or what's over the horizon.

After a few hundred feet of walking and a couple of turns, they reach a room containing:

• A bed heaped with blankets and pillows.
• A stone table painted to look like a landscape.
• A wide, shallow basin filled with white sand, with tools hanging from hooks on the outer edge.
• A table with a bowl of fruit, a potted plant, a cup, a pitcher of water, a bar of soap, and a towel.
• A chamber pot.
• Yet another table, covered in dark brown fur. Patches, not a full pelt, but neatly fitted together.
• A wooden chair like the one earlier, but larger.

It’s lit by colorful glass sconces on the walls. The rest of the wall space is covered in shelves, holding:

• Miniature houses, trees, and walls in an art style matching the landscape table, and models of people in stone or wicker.
• Sealed jars.
• Bowls of round pebbles: gray, black, white, and malachite.
• Bowls, each holding a wooden stick.
• Loose squares of leather.
• Books.
• A pair of folding fans.
• A pom-pom.
• A magnifying glass.
• Crystals.
• Wooden cubes.
• An extensive set of hairbrushes.
• A hookah.
• Dice.
• Colored cords.
• A crate of beanbags.

There is a gentle draft.