When the one-hour time was over, crowds of barbarian warriors, and ladies, and barbarians of all ages stood in front of Roy's Royal Tent entrance.
Everyone had learned about Roy's words, and intentions by now, and they all understood that their good and happy times were over.
The truth was that at first, they had all hated Roy to the bones, as they didn't accept him as their tribe head since he was a white devil, and they were not to be trusted.
But with the passage of time, and the wonders he had introduced to them, coupled with the fact that they hadn't suffered for food, or shelter during the rainy season they had fully accepted him.
They had never lived such a good and bountiful life before. As they would always suffer in the rainy season, but not only hadn't they suffered, their lives had become much better.
