Hamada is a fascinating city. Half of it is gone. It was built right along the fault line that would become the Great Recess, and when that fateful day fell so too did a great portion of the city. There are massive slabs of broken stone and ruined structures that soar out over the edge like shattered balconies.
I’ve seen more than one of Hamada’s residents seek solitude out on one of those perches. I have yet to climb out on one myself. There is nothing but rain and air for hundreds of feet beneath those slippery outcroppings.
The people here are kind. They make their subsistence off fishing and trade between the Great Recess and the upper portions of the river. The rains keep them subdued and indoors most of the day, thus in wandering the streets one might think the city abandoned.
But to me it feels safe. The stone is steady, the dykes and piers built over the banks of the river so that they do not overflow into the city. Whoever designed this city knew what they were doing, at least as far as rivers are concerned. I’m sure that the Great Recess could not have been foreseen.
It’s funny how the rain doesn’t bother me anymore. I haven’t had shelter from it in a month, why would I bother staying dry now? The rains provide a chance to wander alone and think, though I’d still rather spend more time sleeping.
I remain uncertain about our situation with the KoraKora. Could they truly have committed their entire nation to our destruction on the river? I wouldn’t put it past them to throw themselves so fully into the pursuit, but if so, how did they find that many canoes?
And how could such a high percentage of them die in the chase? If it hadn’t been for them, we would have only lost the one canoe when Inifra’s capsized.
She has been spending her time here speaking with the locals, receiving their gifts and performing various rites. It seems her duties as a priestess are never far. She said she hadn’t been to Hamada for some time, so there was a lot of work to be done.
Inifra does seem a little saddened as well. I’m not sure what it is, but there’s a new reluctance about her. It’s different. Her reservations have changed.
Balthandar and Dionus are happy to be off of the river. They have barely left the house we were given to use, drinking and eating and sleeping to their hearts’ content. I should get back to them, in fact. We need to discuss what we are to do about tracking Salisir.