Winchester/Fairfield Expedition - Depature

[winfield]

[After working for roughly a day and a half, nearly nonstop for some of you, the town's looking both healthier and hardier. With most (if not all) of the expeditioners contributing to reparation and building, you've managed to get a lot of work done: all the buildings have at least been patched up to some extent, and the poor broken fence is now standing and sturdy. You've even managed to get together a couple outposts. Nothing fancy-- they're just elevated platforms, really-- but they serve their purpose of allowing people to see far out quite well.

It's probably best to start heading back now, though, since you need the supplies you brought to last you the trip home.]

DR. BREWER | PACK IT UP, KIDS | HEATH | PEOPLE WHO WANT TO STAY

Comments

[encryptedlock]

Well, they're lost and homeless. I can't really say it's my duty to help them, but damned if it isn't at least basic human decency.

[Is it okay to talk about human decency to a dwarf? Sure, why not?]

[fuckelves]

Aye, perhaps that's a better way to put it - it seems like the decent thing to do.

[Maybe that was just the king in him coming out - that feeling that protecting people was something that needed to be done.]

[encryptedlock]

[That's definitely a better way to think about it than as a permanent loss.]

Yeah. Well, I'll let you know once I have a plan together, yeah? And in the meantime, see what else you can find that needs to be done. I'll do my best to see that the right person gets the job.

[fuckelves]

Aye.

[Thorin holds up his journal as he starts to walk off.]

You know how to find me when you need me, I'm sure!

[encryptedlock]

[York grins and waves.]

I do. Take care of yourself, and good luck!