Comfort

After spending some time with the well, the water finally reached rock bottom, allowing me to see how the surface below was.

'It's quite deep…no, too deep!' My eyes bulged in surprise.

I saw water leaking out of the piped hole at the edge of the well in an attempt to refill it, but from what I could see, it wasn't very purified.

'Oh, well… I've gotten more than enough for now…' I shrugged, leaving the well alone in order to search for the stockpile of crops.

Knowing Charles, he must have hidden it in such a way that I wouldn't be able to guess it. Unfortunately, while the dead Camp Leader was sly, his knowledge of my thought process was too limited. Plus, he was bound by his ethics.

Such a person could be understood easily.

"He most likely shrouded it with other items, trying to mask the smell…" I mumbled, trying to pick up the distinct smells around me.