124. Three Days of Growth

The next three days made Ironroot feel different.

It was definitely not safer by any means, but productivity-wise, things were thriving. It was as if the territory had a rhythm now.

Every morning, Mira counted the food before the Hearthkeepers lit the first fire.

The forty meals for the four-Lord agreement were prepared separately from Ironroot's food and placed in marked containers.

Nobody touched them by accident. Nobody had to ask whether Brann's five meals had been counted either. Everything was already done.

Brann checked once on the first morning, then carried rocks from the southern field for the rest of the day with the satisfied focus of someone who had received an important answer.

Since the thought of not getting food got in his mind for some reason, the Bearkin was always paranoid for food even though everyone did their best to make him comfortable.