Down to the River

The river stretched out before him as gorged and grotesque as a plump tick. He couldn't even tell where its boundaries had once been. The banks had long since been overwhelmed; in some places the water was so deep the trunks of trees were hidden from his view. The water was as brown and opaque as mud. Judging by the debris being rapidly ushered passed him it was obvious the current was strong. Clearly he wouldn't be fishing today.

Turning away from the scene Valentine began to move westward. He hadn't come to the river with the intention of fishing, rather, he'd come to assess the damage. The effects of the flooding were readily seen in Imperium and while not catastrophic, the changes in his lands were impossible to ignore. An insatiable curiosity drove him beyond his borders. He wanted to see how the rest of Alacritia was faring.