Oliva was at her wit's end.
It had been one week since that fateful day when she had seen her family being strung up on trees, and since then, it had only been the words of her father that prevented her from running out and trying something stupid such as freeing them even though they were actively being watched by a few people who had been appointed specifically by Bourdain.
Food was not a problem in the two glades which were quite large on the side of the village of Eastcliff – one of the things that the children learned when they were small was how to forage for forest berries that were nutritious and even tasty if they could be found when they were ripe, and even though they were never very abundant, she could find enough to satiate herself.
