Chapter 68: Day 67

Day 67,

Morning thought: It occurs to me that there’s a marked lack of biting or stinging insects in this place.  Now that I’ve noticed it, while incredibly welcome, a warm, wet climate without mosquitos feels unnatural.

 

On my way out of the house this morning I ran into James carrying a large basket, his donation to expedition supplies.  He passed it off to me to take to the Village, although he asked if I needed help when I nearly dropped it, and probably let out an involuntary grunt of exertion.  It turned out to be surprisingly heavy for a bunch of dried produce.  I insisted I was fine and thanked him for his kindness.  And then waited for him to turn to leave before potentially making a fool of myself carrying something heavy.

Later on in the day Vernon showed up with the borrowed cart and capy that he’d mentioned before with a barrel of fresh water and a folded tent already loaded onto the cart.  As it turned out, the cart and animal belong to Ettor, one of the two brothers who’d been having that feud a while back.

Coming inside the library, Vernon expressed his surprise at the pile of food that had built up in the corner.  Apparently he had just called in favors with a small handful of people that were going to donate a decent bit, but it seems word had gotten around and, as Vernon put it, everyone wanted to feel like they were a part of the out-of-the-ordinary happenings without being the ones to leave the Village themselves.

By the end of the day, everything that had been expected to arrive did, and then some.  Not just food, but camping equipment too.  We’re definitely going to need to leave some of it behind, maybe even return some of it.  But we can worry about sorting through that and loading up the cart tomorrow.

Mostly right now I’m worried about mist night scheduling.  Today would have been the ideal day for it.  Now we’re either going to be cutting it close with the mists tomorrow, and the morning after being a scramble to reach Siren Overlook on time, or they’re going to be late enough that we’ll be leaving behind Cass at best and calling the whole thing off at worst.  And honestly, as we get closer, I’m getting more nervous about the prospect of being up there with shades about.

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