As they sailed towards the swamplands between the capital and Neul, Serenica thought about the lico bark trees and their purpose. The Dreamer had eyes everywhere as long as people slept, but Kinley had successfully avoided said eyes by not sleeping at all. It was possible that a giant amount of those trees was being taken care of by people who were surviving on corna and coffee alone. Ships built of lico bark tree wood would be extremely durable and hard to beat in a straightforward naval battle.
Still, there was little she could do without a king. Sennas had none at the moment. Indeed, the revolution had been poorly organized in that regard. One should have thought of a replacement before ending Guyl's bloodline completely.
