Arrowyy has discovered that a chronicle ought not begin with everyone packing water and choosing roads. This revelation struck him with the force of a falling anvil, though Blaedy agreed once she understood he meant the opening ought to bite before it starts counting canals.
Meanwhile Blaedy and Summoneyy are planning a return to their first little village, which is rather sweet until Arrowyy announced he is ashamed to face home after relying on bullets instead of arrows. A man can cross Outland, but apparently not the distance between himself and an embarrassing apprenticeship.
The village does exist. Arrowyy had merely forgotten its name, a condition that seems likely to worsen whenever anyone asks him for directions.