May 3, 1651, morning.
With clear skies and warm temperatures, a moderate breeze and a crosswind.
The party emerges from the hole, taking note of the grisly scene with the father and son still waiting for them outside. No vermin have come around to poke at the bodies, though they are beginning to gather flies on this warm day.
It is mid-afternoon, and you have not been underground for long, but it is bright and for a short time you're unable to see easily. This shakes off quickly, however, and you survey the country around you - the wide clearing, hundreds of yards across, holding the temple, the small creek on the east side of the meadow, the forests climbing up the hills on either side.