The interior of the mud house was dimly illuminated but a lot larger than Ian would have thought it to be from looking at it from the outside. There was a fire pit right in the middle of the room, and a hole in the top. Ian hadn't noticed any smoke coming from the hole when they'd been outside the mud building, and when he thought back on it, he realized that there hadn't been, although there was definitely a fire burning in the fire pit. There was little to no smoke, and he decided it must be the wood they were burning. And wondered if they did that on purpose, or if it just happened to be the nature of the wood in the area.

The floor was solidly packed dirt – almost as hard as concrete – and there were several woven mats on the floor, which the men who had entered the building before them sank down onto. SG-1 was guided to a spot near the fire, and four more mats were brought in for them to sit on. They shrugged out of their packs, which were set near the entrance, and then sat down, still prudently holding their weapons – although none of them were pointed at anyone, and all the safeties were on. Jack sat down next to Ian with Jaffer in between them, and when Daniel and Teal'c sat down, Jack (the dog) placed himself between the Jaffa and the archeologist.

"You have walked quite a distance," Richard told them as he came over and sat as well, facing them along with the others. "They are bringing refreshments now, and when you have slaked your thirst, we will discuss your-"

He was interrupted by the arrival of a couple of women and one man. All were dressed in the same leather clothing as the first people; only the women wore dresses that were intricately decorated with all sorts of colorful designs. All three were carrying wooden trays with neatly carved wooden cups that held some kind of liquid in them. They served SG-1 first and then served the seated men, and Ian looked down in his cup, trying to decide what it was they were going to be drinking. It didn't look like water, although he couldn't be sure because the wooden cup discolored whatever it was.

The men sitting with Richard watched SG-1 expectantly, and not surprisingly, Daniel was the first to take a sip. As the others watched, he drained his cup, and nodded.

"It's good. What is it?"

"Berry juice," one of the women answered, smiling at the compliment. She might have been the one serving them, but Daniel could tell by her demeanor that she was far from subservient. "Would you like more?"

"Please."

Ian cautiously took a sip of his own, and was surprised to find that he liked it, too. He wasn't usually much for juice, after all. Well, orange juice, maybe. Mixed with Mountain Dew.

Richard was looking at him expectantly, and he nodded as well.

"It is good."

Richard smiled, satisfied that the refreshments were acceptable to their guests, and then drank down his own. While they were drinking, the other woman handed out warm rolls, which Ian was really happy to see. He wasn't completely wiped out from what he'd done for Taylor, but he was hungry, and the energy bars he'd eaten had been too long ago.

"Thank you."

See? He had manners.

He bit into his roll, found that it had some kind of meat baked into it – and was delicious, and wolfed it down fairly quickly. He must have looked as hungry as he actually was, because the woman finished serving the others and then handed him several more of the rolls with an amused smile – similar to one that his own mother would have worn had she been the one to watch him eating.

Jack snacked on his roll as well, and watched in amusement as Jaffer used his mournful brown eyes to convince the woman that he, too, was hungry and really needed one of those. The lab wasn't on the offensive, now that he was pretty sure these people weren't going to try anything dumb – and Jack himself was fairly relaxed – so Jaffer was his usual flirtatious self, and that, too, helped to relax those around him. The woman handed him and Jack (the dog) both a roll, and then left with the others, leaving Richard and the men facing SG-1 across the small fire.

"Why would explorers be interested in my people?" He asked. It wasn't a challenge, simply a question.

Daniel smiled.

"We're interested in all new people."

"You are related to those who were observed walking through the forests a few days ago?" One of the others asked.

"We know them," Jack said. "We're not related, though. Just from the same place."

"They didn't say anything about a village, though," Daniel said. "From what they saw, we were under the impression that your people were hunter/gatherers. Nomads, so to speak."

"We have always lived in villages."

"Have you always lived here?"

"As long as I have been alive we have."

"Before that we lived in another village, many days walk to the north," another man said. This one was much older. "I was a boy when we came here. It has been many, many years."

"Why did you move?" Daniel asked, curiously.

"I don't know – I'm not sure I ever did know."

"What do you remember about it?"

The old man shrugged.

"Just that we walked a lot."

"Maybe they just needed a change of scenery," Jack suggested.

"Maybe…"

Daniel wasn't all that convinced. In his experiences, when people found a place to settle – a good place – they tended to stay there.

"Have your people always lived on this planet?" Teal'c asked, speaking up for the first time.

Richard looked at the Jaffa, hesitated, and then shrugged.

"I don't know."

"No."

This was the old man, again. Richard scowled and looked over at him.

"You don't know for sure."

"The pictures on the walls of the cave-"

"They're from long ago," Richard said, sounding annoyed. It was almost as if they were continuing an argument that they'd had many times.

"They might be from our past," the old man said, defensively.

"They're probably from another race of people," Richard replied.

"Braxton mentioned a cave as well," Daniel said, wanting to cut off the argument before it could really begin. "What is it?"

Both men stared at him.

"You don't know what a cave is?"

Ian snorted, almost choking on his roll.

"I know what one is," Daniel said, shooting an annoyed look at Ian, who was clearly enjoying himself. "But what is so special about this one? Why is it-"

"It has carvings on the walls," the old man said, interrupting Daniel. "Carvings that have always been there, and show some of the most amazing things…"

"Like what?"

Now Daniel was intrigued, but the old man simply shrugged.

"I can't describe it."

"They're strange," Richard agreed.

"Can you show us?"

"How far away is this cave?" Jack asked. They only had so long before they needed to check in, after all, and he really wasn't looking forward to any extended stay if they could avoid it.

"Not too far. However, I'm not sure that we should take you there. It's not safe. The walls are very old and the ceiling has caved in in some spots…"

"We'll be careful," Daniel promised. "I'd really like to see it."

Richard looked at the other men sitting with him, as if to ask them what they thought, but none of them said anything – for, or against – and he shrugged.

"In the morning, then. For tonight; you can be our guests, and I will find you a couple of guides to show you the way."

"Great!"

The others met the statement with a little less excitement, but they didn't say anything. They had 48 hours, after all, and it wasn't even half over, yet.