At first, she had been satisfied with the wooden structure. The house wasn't as fragile as she had initially imagined, and the wooden doors weren't so flimsy that someone could break them simply by giving them a hard shove. The walls were reasonably sturdy, the beams were thick, and the timber used in the construction was of decent quality. Compared with some of the poorer houses she had seen around the village, her house was actually in better condition.
However, the more she examined it, the more she began to notice the problems.
And once Heena noticed a problem, she couldn't simply pretend it didn't exist.
She stood in the middle of the courtyard, looking up at the roof. After a moment, she walked around the house, examined the windows, pushed against the wooden doors, and even inspected the joints where the walls met the roof.
Everything seemed fine.
That was precisely what annoyed her.
Everything was fine until someone decided to break in.
