Gramps had a short awake moment as well with the rumbling, but the live at the forge ensured that he learned to fall asleep quickly again.

Bolt jolts up at the rumbling impact, head darting about to check for danger.  Once she's calmed herself, the dragonborn eases herself back down, but keeps a wary eye out until she can get back to rest.

Not wanting to engage further, you make it through a fitful 'night', all coming to consciousness together with the sky around you unchanged, the low eerie light suffusing the surroundings, but the plume of dust has nearly made it to the tower and the ruins that it is perched upon. Closer, you can make out figures moving at its base that are kicking up the dust, something to be aware of whenever you move about the area.

"You think we should go say hey to those guys over there? They probably know where in the Nine Hells we are."

Keller nods. "Yes, we should, as I don't see a better option. It'd be neighborly of us. Eyes wide open, let's go say hello and find out where we are. We may want to make clear, very early on, that we didn't have anything to do with moving the tower here and breaking all their stuff."

"Also that we didn't kill all of the people that were in the building the tower landed on.", Larry chimes in helpfully.

"Can we just stomp around here and let them come to us? All this dust'll let'm know we're here and we'll save a walk."

"No knowing when they'd get here, though, with them checking out the tower. Might avoid us, too.  Keller?  You say we go, we go."

“Let’s go, but you loud one’s hang back a bit and let me and a small silent scouting party go ahead to figure out if they are many or few, crazed or reasonable, normal or bizarre, dangerous or not. Stay far, but not TOO far,” Keller says. 

(I’m forgetting who the scouts are who are left in the party…)

Gramps will stay back on Black, but Red will stay on Keller's shoulder to be send back if needed.

((Bryn and Larry are probably the stealthy options.))

Keller heads forward with Bryn and Larry to scout and spy on the group, as silently as he is able. Assuming there is not a huge red flag they’d then rejoin the group and make a more obvious socially prudent approach.

((I'll let Keller's stealth check cover the scouting team since the others are NPCs for the moment, and he can make a Perception check with advantage from the other sets of eyes.))

BB hangs back as ordered, blowing dusty snot from nose.

"I hate this place Gramps. It's worse than that desert job we had and you know where all that sand got."

Keller stealth: 22

Perception: 25

"It does not look great, but I must say I am very interested in where we are and how this world works."

The scout team goes slow, cognizant of the dust the rises so easily. It also dawns on Keller that with the tower having rumbled to quiescence, there is little to no wind here, the dust disturbed just rises up before settling back down. The three of you creep closer and peer carefully over a ridge down towards the tower ruins as the plume arrives. There are assorted creatures, mostly small and bipedal, but adorned with spikes that seem to protrude from the skin. There are a pair of talk, hulking figures, bones and viscera visible through translucent flesh that is either purple-pink in color, or illuminated that way by the lighting in this place. There is one many limbed creature with vicious hooked blades on its arms, very similar to the creature that slashed Storm back in the tower. They all seem to be moving under the direction of a portly figure being carried on a poled platform transported by the efforts of creatures that look to be assembled of left over parts, a tangle of legs of all sorts, with arms and tentacles above grasping the poles. The platform is lowered, and the large figure stands, leaning on a staff. They are lightly clothed, and their grey, waxy skin has what almost look to be symbols carved or pressed into it. They hiss at their underlings from a gaping toothed mouth below noseless features, and a handful of the skittering spiked ones head into the ruins.

Keller watches, silent. So, not obviously friendly. Got it.

He silently motions the other two and makes his way back to the group, just as quietly. "So, remember the bugger that slashed Storm, back in the lab? It's a bunch more of that. And worse. We're in hell. Or maybe Hell. I don't know," he says quietly, describing what he saw. "I doubt we will learn from them. They hissed at each other, no words. Investigating the crash site, not sure why. But it seems we can either hide here until they find us to do gods know what, or initiate conflict, per Forge protocol. Learn what we can from their remains and what they were seeking. Bryn, Larry, anything to add? And does anyone have a nasty surprise that could take a piece out of them from range as a big surprise?"

Bolt shakes her head, "Nothing for a group.  Best I can do is soften up one."

"Not much I can do in that aspect either" Gramps adds