The six figures ( including the donkey) made their way through the town gates under the torrential downpour. Mthunzi pointed out the storehouse and they headed across to it, slipping through the open door and into the room beyond.
As before the interior of the common room is brightly lit by the fire burning at its centre. Stools surround a single low table and jars, barrels and boxes
line the far wall. There is another door within leading to other rooms.
Suddenly a stout man with a grey beard and colourful wrap enters through the interior door. He looks cautious, yet hopeful.
“Hello to you, strangers. Welcome to my town. Er…if you do not mind my asking, what are you doing coming to Iintombi Intlambo at this late hour?”