Douzheng treks down the hill and walks along the shore within the treeline, making it to the beach where the ship had been wrecked. Human bodies had been picked clean by carrion-eating birds. The whole area reeks. Bones and pieces of them are scattered along the shore. Flies swarm the area, picking whatever the birds left behind.
However there is also a small, heavy barrel made by a skilled cooper, unopened and dry, and a chest, which is unlatched, but the lid is closed. There are two sets of footprints that lead off inland toward the mainland.
Theric boards the cart, and the driver whips the reins, prompting the khaliyuna standing at the front to begin walking and to pull the cart forward. Eetu sighs, and after a moment, he speaks rather calmly, looking forward, "You know I can have you killed for something like this. . . but I won't. . ." He turns to face him, "You are an [unknown]. You didn't know. . ." The carriage rides along all the same toward the house up on the ridge. "We'll talk in detail when we arrive back." They arrive back at the house and the cart stops out front. The servants are walking about, doing their various tasks. The sun sinks lower in the sky.
Väinö finds nothing of his old possessions on him but the clothes that he had worn before. This time not soiled. "You had died, Väinö, but now isn't the time to mill about. You have three choices, boy. You may depart through the gate now while the sun is in the sky, and find yourself back on the land on which you arrived this morning. You may find yourself in a state of danger, should you choose the gate at day." He pauses, "You may step into the pool opposite the gate," Mirisham motions to the fountain at the other end of the hall, with crystalline water flowing from spouts and raining into the pool below, "and pass on from this world." He pauses, "Or, though I do not advise it, you may take all the time you want and find yourself in certain danger and face death once more, from which I will not be able to rescue you." His hands fold around his waist, in front of him, as he holds his staff in the crook of his arm.
Yana finishes her task of digging the moat and begins to gather wooden branches and logs that aren't rotten to make a makeshift teepee, setting them up by leaning them against one another on opposing sides. Using her knife, she hacks into some of the recently-fallen branches at an angle, then peels back the thin bark along with the cambium to create primitive lashings, which she then uses to tie the logs and branches together. Finally, feeling dizzy, she realizes that she had hardly any water today, she headed back to the river with one of her flatter stones, and gathered hat clay she could from the banks, and headed back to her camp to make a small pot. I know there were vessels aboard that boat. Had I looked further, I might've had something to drink.