Day 0 Ticks 0–99

Mira: "Hey — Flint, right? I'm Mira. Just got in and I'm still figuring out who's who around here."

Flint: "That's right. Welcome, Mira. You'll learn the rest soon enough — it's not a big place."

Mira: "Small can be good — means fewer people to figure out. Any of them I should know right away?"

Flint: "Find Carver — he runs supplies. After that, the rest can wait."

Mira: "Carver it is. And you — what do you handle around here?"

Flint: "Construction. I keep the structures standing."

Mira: "Solid thing to be. A place falls apart fast without someone like you."

Flint: "Learned that the hard way. You settle in, find Carver, and if you need anything built or fixed — you know where to look."

Rowan: "Didn't expect to find you here tonight. I need a bow — you know who in this valley deals in them?"

Flint: "Maren, down by the tannery. She doesn't advertise, but she keeps stock."

Rowan: "Appreciate it. I'll find her."

Petra: "Zara — good, I was hoping to catch you. Do you know if anyone around here makes hoes? Proper ones, I mean. I've got planting to do and my hands alone won't cut it."

Zara: "Tomás, near the mill — he fashioned one for old Ren last season, came out sturdy enough. Worth asking him, though he can be slow to answer the door."

Petra: "Near the mill, right — I'll try him today before the light goes. Thank you, Zara, truly."

Ivy: "You're Zara? I'm Ivy — I walked three days to find you, and I know that probably sounds strange, but my mother died of a fever when I was twelve because the healer didn't know enough, and I don't ever want that to be the reason someone else loses someone they love."

Zara: "Three days is a long way to walk. That kind of reason... I understand it better than most."

Ivy: "I was hoping you'd say that — I wasn't sure if you'd think I was being foolish, chasing something I don't yet understand."

Zara: "Foolish would be not asking. The ones who never seek are the ones I worry about."

Ivy: "Then I'm ready to learn whatever you're willing to teach — I don't care how long it takes or how much there is."

Zara: "Then we'll begin with listening — not to me, but to the plants themselves. That's the first thing my grandmother taught me, and most people think she was being poetic."

Ivy: "Was she being poetic?"

Zara: "No. She never was."

Ivy: "Then I'll listen. I don't know how yet, but I'll learn that too."

Zara: "Good. Come — there's a patch of yarrow near the east fence. We'll start there, and you'll just sit with it for a while before you touch anything."

Ivy: "I'll follow your lead — though I admit part of me wants to ask a hundred questions before we even get there."

Flint: "North face of the ridge, below the tree line — scree runs thick there after the spring melt. As for a pickaxe, I've got an old one. It's sound, just not mine to use anymore."

Dax: "Hey Flint — you know this valley better than I do. Where would a person find loose stone in decent quantity, and you wouldn't happen to have a spare pickaxe gathering dust somewhere?"

Dax: "I'll take good care of it — and if there's anything worth finding up there, you'll see a fair share of it."

Flint: "Keep the promises small and the work honest and we'll get along fine. Pickaxe is in the lean-to, left of the door."

Dax: "Fair enough. I'll grab it and be out of your way — the ridge won't wait on me."