Chapter 5: Useless
Ragnar’s short and emotional meeting with the people ended.
Everyone retired to their homes with smiles on their faces to rest for the night.
Ragnar spoke with the mourning parents for a few minutes before returning to his hut as well.
While strolling to his hut, he spared some time to properly observe the state of the small community.
There were only about two dozen huts in this small community. A bit farther from the settlement of thatched huts, there was an even bigger structure—it had the same appearance as the normal huts but was about twice the height and thrice the width of an actual hut.
"This should be the storage house," Ragnar whispered to himself.
The storage house is where the people store the harvest from their farmlands. An elder usually governs it and is in charge of distributing the farm produce at the right time.
Ragnar found the position of the storage house totally unsafe. If anyone actually wanted to break in and steal everything, they only needed to wait until everyone was asleep.
Also, there was no one guarding the storage house, which would make the job of the thieves much easier.
"There are a lot of things I need to change," Ragnar sighed.
He finally reached his hut and shut the locust-ridden door behind him.
He sat down on the makeshift bed. Ragnar noticed that it was made of feathers, furs, and many other soft materials and was wrapped with rough fabric.