He was sitting on one of the woven mats on the ground of the main deck, under the wind tarp. He was always happy to see his clan get along with new people, especially the new human, Spider. He watched as the Human boy danced across a dancer encouraging him while the Tlalim behind him clapped along to the beat of the drums. He brought a weary presence, but at least he was good company. He laughed as the other members were talking to each other or watching the new human with interest. The sound of drums, harps and other instruments craft either by other clans or themselves were playing loudly in his ears.