“My ladies, if you please come with me. The storm shall commence anytime now,” continued Helena, gesturing towards the village boundaries. The archers from Potnia Theron followed the chief of the village, flanked by the armed group.
The huts roofed by simple palm fronds in Galerius wasn't very pleasing to look at, but they were sturdy and rigid enough to resist nature's forces unharmed, the encampment held certain domestic animals roaming around freely, other than them the village was practically shy of people, perhaps they too wanted shelter.