Vellante People's Camp.
In the central tent of the camp,
Centurion Bennott sat before the long table, looking at the Survivor's Daily in his hands, furrowing his brows in concern, and muttered softly after a moment of reflection.
"These Blue Ground Squirrels, what tricks are they playing now…"
Ever since arriving at the City of Dawn, the Survivor's Daily had become his daily must-read newspaper.
Especially once he realized that the information he used to gather from various sources was all clearly written on those few pages, he changed his first activity after getting out of bed from brushing his teeth to reading the newspaper.
Lately, he was keeping an eye on the situation at Potato Harbor. The Survivor's Daily would update with a few photos every three days or so, and he practically watched as the harbor transformed from a barren land into what now looked like a proper little fishing village.
