A Long Journey

Chester is still sleeping. I didn't expect him to be so relaxed. The residents of Sandbank were very kind. After we helped them defend their home, they gave us as many supplies as they could spare. But even so, I couldn't wait to get the hell out of there. We're gonna continue moving northward. It's still a long way to Blackfell. Even with that map Ms. Cooper gave us, traveling through the Dayton Wetlands and the Northern Wilderness is a dangerous business. Chester has been talking about finding some secluded shelter and holing up for a few more years, like we did at the Evergreen Vineyard. I'm not opposed to the idea. I'm just not sure we'll stumble on a shelter as good as that old wine cellar a second time...