You walk towards the camp with the giant clock figuring they're likely to best understand the time-sensitive nature of your situation. Your plan is simple: get in, find someone to DJing your party, head back. Your plan, however, is immediately forgotten as you understand the immensity and profundity of the tower and clocks. You can't even tell where the tower ends as it disappears into the low clouds, dramatically painted by the setting sun. Also, the various clock faces at ground level are weirdly haunting as they run: some slowly turn, some blink, some with mechanisms and wires exposed. You ask the people here what the story is and they explain they're currently rushing to finish their clock tower, but as soon as that's done they'll be free to help you with your party. Well, that'd be win/win, especially as you begin to get emotionally invested in their project.