The night was not funny at all.

A huge storm rolled in when me and Orel were already in bed and it was so bad that some tent were being ripped out of their location.

Orel was called to help and for me not to be alone, Dyane was escorted to my tent where we both sat silently as we waited for the storms to be over, there was not much Orel could do at that moment other than to minimize the damage being done.

The rebuilding will be done after the storm but that was not what plagued me. What plagued me was the fact that there were warriors...