Later that evening, Alvaro retreated to a small, make-shift tent with a patched-up roof made of animal skins. When he was already inside, the tent was already packed with snoring dwarves—densely occupying the whole space.
This is the laborer's daily situation. Over ten thousand miners had to squeeze themselves into only one hundred makeshift tents. Others who were unlucky enough to secure a sleeping spot inside the tents had to sleep outside, under the scorching rays of the sun.
He carefully trod the small, empty spaces between the sleeping bodies of the dwarves that came first before him. Then, he finally saw the last empty spot. He rushed towards it and hid his animal-skinned water container under his pillow out of a folded sack.
