Chapter 30

The heroes looked around. The hut had five sleeping carpets on the floor, a window, and two buckets, one filled with water and one empty. There was also an old cloth hanging on one of the walls. The heroes weren’t sure if it was meant to be art or a towel, but nobody wanted to offend the smugs by asking. The room was dimly lit by a torch that hung from the middle of the ceiling. Fine vines neatly tied all the walls of the hut together, each vine spaced uniformly apart with cane smoothed down between.

“It is not our place to look a gift cow in the mouth,” Bartz said.

“Well, at least we aren’t sleeping outdoors,” Tomas said as he kicked at the dirt floor.

Bartz walked over and examined one of the cane walls, admiring the way the vines bound each section in place. “Actually, for what they had to work with, they did a surprisingly nice job. They made the most of their resources.”

“So,” Falca squawked. “We birds make nests like this all the time! You make do with