I woke up in a very uncomfortable bed of hay covered by animal felts. Nonetheless, I was still surprised that I was able to sleep. I was even drooling.

I only woke up when someone let out a horrified scream outside of the tent that I was staying. “THE CHIEF HAS BEEN STABBED!” I heard a guy say and a few footsteps were heard as they used in panic.

I let out an irritated sigh and rolled over to continue to sleep. So the chief has been stabbed. Apply a bandage on it! No need to announce it. This is the very reason why tw*tt*er was invented in my world....