Hvat has made paper, of sorts. I have not given up on finding a papyrus tree so we can simply pull down sheets of real paper but Hvat shows no signs of making that a priority. Not that it should be since the raid that cleared the southern home of supplies – we have enough […]
The paper is rough and the ink weak, but the words are carefully written: Aithne and I began scouting for a new place to live. The place where we live now is all well and good, if all you need in life is water, turtle meat, and stone. Yet I crave some semblance of civilization […]