“I’m sorry, Warren. I have a million things on my mind at the moment. You know I didn’t mean to imply anything.”
“No harm, Madam, but I think his request might have something to do with the low stores for the winter.” He gave her a wink, then hurried off. She took off for the opposite end of the compound where Yulen had ordered a series of storage bins built at the southeast corner of the new courtyard.
The bins were Batuset’s suggestion. Several of his Mutah residents had brought the idea to the Battle Lord of Foster City, who had incorporated the idea by having several built the year before, to help store supplies for the winter. It was a simple design, but Batuset swore the structures allowed him to stretch their foodstuffs for a longer period of time. This would be the first winter
