They all were quite exhausted, needed to rest. And no one in their right mind would ask for such trouble at this moment.
"Tsk! Let the kids rest," Ibra tried to help, not realising that he managed to attract the storm to himself.
"Who are the kids, grandpa?" Sara and Berry crossed their arms together, and Ibra stopped in his place motionless, lost in his own surprise from their unexpected response.
"Ahem," William patted Ibra on the back, the place he managed to reach, "don't make it hard over them. They aren't kids, but they indeed deserve a bit of rest. So…"
William paused, waited for an entire minute while everyone was praying inside that they wouldn't end up getting selected by him, "you can all have a few hours of rest."
"Yes!"
"That's our boss!"
"Let's go, let's sleep here then!"
"No," William shook his head, "go back to the central hole and sleep there."
