The chief had a large, sturdy hut prepared for Savannah, Eric, and Trent. The walls were made of thick logs, interlocked tightly to keep out the elements. Inside, the floor was covered with woven mats, softening the rough ground beneath their feet. Savannah paced back and forth in the primitive habitat, her footsteps echoing against the wooden walls. The air was filled with the smell of smoke from a small fire pit in the corner, where a pot of stew bubbled quietly. She ran her fingers over the rough texture of the thatched roof above her head, feeling both comforted and unsettled by the simplicity of it all.
As the three of them settled in, they could hear whispers and hushed conversations throughout the village. It seemed that their arrival had stirred up the locals, who were eager to le
