Editing Stranded in fantasy (section)

==Journal Entry 361==

It's been a few days.  We've been camped out around New Paris, watching the survivors.  There hasn't been any sign of Lucas.  We think that maybe the city was his phylactery, and we have effectively destroyed it.  The locals, with our help, have managed to restore some functionality to their food paste producers and have been getting water from the local river, so they aren't starving to death for now.  With Lucas gone, they've been deferring to us, the next Terrans in line.  They want us to take over and lead them like Lucas or his parents did.  I told them that it's time to leave this cursed desert and rejoin the rest of civilization.  The problem is that most cities aren't big enough to hold their population.  Hell, if they crossed the desert and settled in Manden, they'd triple its population.  If they could survive the trip to Wolflake, maybe they could settle there?  We're literally trying to figure out where to put the surviving population of one of the largest cities on the continent.  It's baffling.  As for my condition, well, I don't need food, water or sleep or much of anything else.  At least I don't have to worry about my hair catching on fire.