“I used to roam the mountains near my village as a girl, and I provided for myself then.” At 18 winters Randvi had still been a girl in a sense that Sansa has not been in a long time. The youngest daughter of a king who had seemed to a child to rule the world, and would do so forever. The war had been a rude awakening. “Though before my arrival I had not had cause to do so for some time. If you sew well, those skills lend well to building snares, but collecting the game can be a bit visceral if you're not accustomed to it.”

She reaches for the handle of the hall’s large glass door.

“We have discussed such things, but we have all arrived from such disparate circumstances that no formal leadership structure has emerged. There is a man named Edward Little who has taken it upon himself to manage stores here. I believe he served a similar function on a large ship at home.”