Barrow Fields As God is my witness, I'll never be hungry again.

He hadn’t a clue what the latter title meant. But war chief now that he can deduce something of. This Fury didn’t have much of an eye for a good claim. Her acquaintance says otherwise. 
Valentine shrugged. Well I can agree with you somewhat, mate. So long as bellies are filled and there’s a place to keep your head dry in the rain — not much of the latter in a field though, is there? — the aesthetics don’t really matter eh? Another chuckle
Is it just you and your chief living out here?