Korgath, the young barbarian, couldn't stop smiling. And why would he stop? He was in the hands of his father! How long had it been since he heard his father's voice, not to mention being embraced and carried by him?
He was simply overjoyed!
And to top it off, his grandmother was happily humming along with them as she carried their share of food with her.
Although they had already eaten, wasn't that in the evening? The chief had ordered another round of cooking to celebrate the newly released, and now they were going home with hot potato tubers and roasted meat to warm their bellies.
What could be a happier moment than that? Korgath thought as his father carried him into their home.
"It's good to be back." His father smiled faintly as he looked around. Two flat straw beds in one corner, a chair, and a table made up their home, with some cooking pots and plants in another corner.
