Mark stretched and yawned as he left the hut where he had'd his first time with Yasna. She followed him out, now wearing a clean set of beast skin robes and fresh. Coincidentally enough, the hut he had entered had been her own house.
The hamster was still on his head.
It had been his Dungeon when he had been having a blast with Yasna. If it wasn't around, he would have been incinerated by the Will of the Savage World.
He briefly scanned the facilities of the hut—it was the average standard of housing in this world. It was cramped, mud-floored, and there was not even an attached bathroom. He had asked Yasna—they apparently had one some distance away and she had to walk every morning towards it.
"Indeed, this world is not too advanced," he said, cupping his jaws.
Dona was waiting for him outside, sitting on a pile of firewood as she ate something that looked like sweet buns. There were tens of unconscious men surrounding her.
