Hazō had been nervous about offering the refugees such crude shelter, but the two hundred and sixteen aforementioned people (the remainder of the original crowd had managed to find lodgings they preferred over the home of a ninja) were delighted.
"Thank you, M'lord," one man said, touching his forelock and bowing deeply. "Thank you kindly. We were expecting to sleep cold tonight. Not sure the young 'un would have woken up." He gestured to the nearly-toddler cradled in the arms of the woman standing shyly behind him—presumably his wife.