“Pretty much.” That just about sums it up. One hand again drifts upward so Tim can massage his brow with the flat of his palm, eyes briefly lapsing shut as he tries not to sigh. Fuck this. He voted for metals and ores. He wanted things that might help build shit, not carnivorous plants trying to eat them all alive.

“Guess it’s back to mapmaking for us.” Christ. Haven’t needed to do that for a while, huh?