The next day, I woke up alone in bed, surprisingly, but then yesterday's event came pouring back in. I was able to push the feeling aside quickly; something had changed inside, for better or worse. I got out of bed and magic'd my clothes onto my body, walking over to my single dresser and grabbing my shade.
It would be nice to set up now that we didn't have to move; there was nothing wrong with this hotel on wheels, but it would be nice to stop running. I planned to head to the border of what was now known as Hope, set up a defensible position, and start recruiting and get ready to deal with the rest of the world. They all will know about Landokingson and who did it; the real fight was about to start, but I would not fight this one with swords.
