C1178 Six-year-old Lloyd

"Lloyd!" In the night, a thin figure tried to keep his voice down as he called out to them.

There was a shabby thatched hut near the outskirts of Ox Horn Village. It was a bit of a stretch to call it a hut, but in fact it was just a small shack made of a few pieces of wood and covered with tattered felt and thatch.

There was a stone "brazier" in the center of the hut