TouchDown
The flying saucer that wheezed through the Darkened SunDown sky began lowering itself diagonally as it's rotation speed fell. In short time, it rotated to a creaking stop as it settled itself on the large circular landing pad that was accentuated by a boarding station along the side of the busy market road.
Several Irunmoles in different attires and different baggages waltzed about the street, making way occasional for a caravan, cart and the likes to pass through and closing up the gap as soon as the vehicle was gone. The mix of several conversations mixed harmoniously into a huge hum that was attacked by heat of squeezed hustling bodies and occasional bells and rings of traders calling passer bys to their roadside stalls. Behind the stalls were several shops with doors open wide and various goods, ranging from clothing to artefacts to weapons to foodstuffs and whatnot on display.