[ One of the many problems with being involved with problems, Paul is learning, is having to talk about them. His face falls somewhat as he resecures his bag and pivots on a booted foot, motioning Silver to join him as he starts walking. ]

It was a difficult summer. [ The carefully couched understatement of the year. ] After we defeated the Leviathan, it was quieter, for a while, but then - I don't know if you ever met him, the black-eyed man who was healing people at the camp? The necromancer.

[ Paul looks at the rooftops of the city, studiously. ]

He tried finding out what was in the ocean. The ocean didn't care for it. There were storms, and the floods - most of it has been cleaned up, now. [ He half-shrugs. ] There's a lull of sorts, at the moment. You never know how long those last.