As you lead the Muskrats into the dining hall, the board starts to head back down the path to the front gate.
"Well," the man in the polo shirt grumps to Ms. Martin, frowning even more deeply than he was before. "I think we've seen all that we need to see of this camp." He doesn't even bother to lower his voice as he mutters to a gray-haired woman, "You've got the number of Capewide Developers, right?"
The board hasn't voted yet, but it's pretty clear which way they're leaning. Nobody here has a very high opinion of Camp Cedarcrest right now.
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