Narrow Valley, the city that had served as our capitol when I left, had sprawled. There was no other word for it; outside the walls, unplanned wooden construction had expanded like an insect nest.
"Do you see any wells?" I asked Kismet.
"What the dirty unwashed peasants!" Kismet exclaimed.
And I took note of the number of tree stumps, but remained silent about it. Wasteful assholes. Maybe if we beheaded a peasant on each stump, we could take care of the population problem.
I kept silent on that, too, recognizing that two days of travel carrying Kismet's luggage wasn't doing me any favors.
[System Error: Cannot find Serenity score.]
So it wasn't just my physical health that wasn't working. Great. At least no System reset so far had taken more than two days. None that I knew of, the thought came to me.
I really, really hate the tools provided for moving chapters between different volumes, and the sheer lunacy required to put them back into the proper order.
But... this is my mess, and thus my duty to properly clean it up.