After they finished eating, the Barbarians weren't particular about their arrangements. In twos and threes, they simply leaned against the walls of the wooden house and closed their eyes to rest.
Back in the tribe, they were used to sleeping in the open while hunting—the sky their blanket and the ground their bed. A patch of grass was all they needed to get some sleep.
For the Barbarians, having a place that sheltered them from the wind tonight was already a fine resting spot.
Zat, leaning against the wall, had no idea how long he'd been asleep before a slight tremor startled him awake. He rubbed his head, round as a watermelon, and looked around the wooden building in confusion.
"Boss, why's the building shakin'? It ain't gonna collapse, is it?"
"It won't. One look and you can tell this building is solid, built under the guidance of a master architect."
