550, 20th Slate, Mid-Spring

From the journal of Olin Ildomeshtan

We’ve fashioned ourselves a crude dormitory, and I’ve begun taking stock of what materials are recoverable to us from the wreckage of the cart.

Dast and Ush have begun digging out what will be something of a commercial boulevard – though much of it will wait until we’ve gotten some rudimentary farm up and running. Assuming that the river ever thaws.

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