Eighteen
Maybe We Need a Moat Too?
After our arrival back at town hall, Finan grins but remains quiet as I pull the hiking boots out of the trash basket and slide my bare feet into them. He offers a pair of socks from his stash in his office, but no, eww, and I remind him to prepare for his imminent death under the sheen of my sword.
Kelly doesn’t take long to insert herself into our otherwise pleasant afternoon. “You’re back! How did our newcomer enjoy her tour?” Her voice … maybe as my first official act, I should instead pass a law about decibel limits while indoors.
“Hey, Kelly. It was beautiful.”
“I took Lara up to the lookout, and I noticed some changes down on Cordelia Beach. Looks like driftwood stacked and a firepit. Has there been mention of any unusual activity over there?”
