Day 10
Well, it hasn't been a whole day. Once
I had gotten back to Fest Town, it was almost dawn. And I was near
collapse from exhaustion. However, I had a job to finish, and I
wanted to complete it before I rested. No sense putting it off. So as
soon as I got back to town, the first thing I did was to go find Max,
give him the report. I made sure that the bodies would be treated
with respect; both the Fallen and their victims. None of them had
asked for what had happened to them. The Fallen had once been people,
with hopes, dreams, friends. They had succumbed only to fate. They'd
be buried decently.
I made sure that Max knew what kinds
of supplies I had left behind, so he'd know what he and the townsfolk
could go and scavenge. I made arrangements with him before I listed
it all off, to make sure I'd be getting a portion of any ammo or
other useful loot from the place. He sat and listened, occasionally
negotiated, all while he was still dressed in a robe and nothing
else. Turns out that I had woken him. And honestly... I didn't care.
I was tired, battered, scratched, and sliced. Interrupting his
night's sleep didn't bother me in the least.
I made a few other stops, but didn't
bother to wake people. Dropped all the dried and canned foods in the
town square, with a small note for people to only take a few. This
way, people'd have some advance notice of what was available, and
it'd hopefully be easier for Max to get volunteers to help carry it
out. Also dropped off a pair of cooking pans with the blacksmiths. No
rust, no scratches, no dents; should be good for everyone.
And then I slept. I slept a lot. A
good rest after a battle is almost a necessity. And that job was,
what, three or four battles in a row, mixed with some scouting and
recon. I'm feeling more rested now, and that makes it a new day.
Still covered in bruises and scratches. I may have cracked a rib at
some point, probably when my own grenade knocked me into the wall.
And the back of my neck really itches. I'm pretty sure I've got a
wound of some sort back there, because I went to scratch it and ended
up with blood under my nails. Going to try to leave it alone, let it
scab back over and heal. Also going to have to try REALLY hard to
ignore the itch.
Only other notable thing is that there
was a note on my door when I woke. One of the town's smith's,
Armstrong, apparently wants to see me about something. All he said in
the note was wondering about the coating on the pans, and something
about my weapons.
