I opened my eyes, but the pain wasn't from the sunlight reaching them. Throwing away the flap of my tent, I realized only the barest hint of dawn was in the sky.
[Good morning. Welcome to a new day. You should earn some Spearman XP.]
[It is your birthday, one development point has been awarded. You are now [ERROR] years old.]
Ugh. Okay, all of that was expected.
I pulled up stakes, folded and wrapped up equipment, and stuffed it into my Inventory. No sense in letting the people take my stuff.
Did you know that even in the pre-dawn there's a line at Furdian village wells? I didn't either. I mean, the sheer number of pails of water a family had to need, it shouldn't have come as a surprise.
[You have been exposed to: Cholera, level 0.]
<System. Estimate. Percentage chance to contract Cholera.>
[0% chance at current level of exposure.]
Good news! New doctor, new meds.
Bad news, new meds. I spend most of my days working, walking, and sleeping. But I'm recovering, getting used to life on the chemicals again.
I can't promise what this means for my writing time, but I still have incentive.
As always, thank you for your continued readership. Life is in transition, but the fact you want to read will keep me wanting to write.