The Reality of Misery 

Upon arriving at the house where the family of one of the three workers killed by lions days ago lived, Tenur's group stopped for a few moments looking at that simple place.

Free men rarely had grandiose estates to call their own. Except for the few of them who were wealthy, most had very little and usually lived in places that looked a lot like tenements.

Just like this was the place where they were standing, where several poorly constructed and tiny buildings were built next to each other.

Children could be seen playing nearby, some running around, others digging the dirt floor with their little hands.

Meanwhile, older people were washing clothes at a few spots where several people were doing the same, while others were chatting and sitting in front of their small residences.

The place where Tenur's group had stopped in front of had four residences with doors very close to each other, and several people were looking out these doors.