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One week: a new record. Chris Din's first time staying a full week out in the jungles of Kasum. He'd already landed here, on this new land for about 5 months now, and finally was he beginning to feel confident in his new surroundings; well, at least for now. Chris knew that sooner or later the weather would turn on them, and he would have to re-adapt to the forces of nature once again. The sun was setting now as he approached the outlying tower of the colony of New Bayhearth, Samuel's Tower. He saw a torch flicker as he approached. Chris waved at the scout atop the tower, and he waved back.

"Glad to see you're fit and alive!" Shouted the scout.

"This colony as well!" Chris shouted back. He thought he heard a chuckle as Chris strolled past the tower. He knew it was only a matter of time that the colony would need to expand. Finding resources, new places to settle, and pretty well anything useful for the colony from out in that thicket was his job here. On his back he carried a string of unnamed forest rodents. Their meat was stringy and bland, however it was the only fresh meat that they had. Otherwise, Chris carried a bow and arrow, a skinning knife, a machete, a torch, a small pack that contained his mobile shelter, his canteen, rations, rope, as well as oils for his torch.

After a little while longer, Chris passed a patrolling Red Coat.

"Well Chris, you've made it back from one of your adventures hum? Oh and more of those critters?", greeted the guard.

"Indeed I have, Kiln. And yes, would you like one?", replied Chris with a smile on his face.

"Drop one off at the wife's if you would please, of course we'll pay." Kiln waved and started to part ways when he turned around. "Ah yes, the harvest celebration is tonight! You should go! You've been here for five months already and I think you've gotten to know that damn jungle better than the people in this colony."

"I'll try!" replied Chris without turning around, waving as he went. He was nearly at the town now, and he could see the torchlight outlining the buildings of New Bayhearth in the distance. Chris entered his small cabin that only he occupied. He set down his equipment in his trunk, and lit a fire and put on a kettle. After he had some hot water, he did what he could do clean himself up from his week in the wild. He put on his town garb and left for The Lost Minstrel. As he approached the tavern he could smell the alcohol, smoke, and he could feel the energy of the festivities. As much as he wanted to turn around and collapse in his bed, he marched on. As he approached the tavern he saw the leader of the Red Coats here walk out.