Eric and Adora hadn't gone looking for clean water yet because they were still upset over the loss of their taro. It was the taro they took when they returned from the east side this morning.
Adora suspected that Lita must have done it, meaning that she was the mastermind of the disappearance.
The forest wind blew lazily while Victor was polishing his knife made of sharpened stone that was only half finished, and whether it would actually become a knife or just be thrown away like before. Dry leaves were scattered around where he sat. Victor had just finished sending some people to find more food for them.
"Victor, can I talk to you for a minute?" Eric folded his arms across his chest, his eyes serious.
Victor turned his head, nodding slowly. "Sure. Sit down."
Eric remained standing
