The first beastman's hut was small and falling apart.
Neve stood in the entrance and looked around at what passed for a home. The straw roof had holes in it. Large ones. Ones that would let snow fall directly onto whoever was sleeping inside. The walls were barely held together, and Neve could not figure out what was actually holding the structure up. It seemed like one strong wind could collapse the entire thing.
If there was a storm, this hut would be gone.
If it were a rainy season instead of winter, the inside would be soaked. Living in this would be miserable.
Neve felt something shift inside his chest. Not quite anger. Not quite sadness. Something heavier and more complicated that felt like responsibility.
This was why the system had given him this mission.
Not for fun. Not to visit friends. But to actually see how people were living and fix it.
"You have no mate?" Neve asked the beastman gently.
