ISLA
"Exactly," Isla says with a lopsided smile, glancing across at him as he comes to take a seat next to her. "You'll have people flying, sailing and travelling from all over to spend the night. You could put in a bar and rooms for rent along with the other services too. It would be a welcome break from the road, right?" Because King's End is probably the only marginally tamed part of the Wilds, as far as she knows.
Whilst she can go on forever, planning and making decisions and logging them, Isla notices the signs of stress and fatigue in the Flood, and she reaches out to grasp his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. "There's plenty of time to make decisions," she reminds him softly. "You don't have to rush it all now. There's no deadline, no war coming. Just sleep on it for tonight."
Whilst she can go on forever, planning and making decisions and logging them, Isla notices the signs of stress and fatigue in the Flood, and she reaches out to grasp his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. "There's plenty of time to make decisions," she reminds him softly. "You don't have to rush it all now. There's no deadline, no war coming. Just sleep on it for tonight."
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
