With all the preparations we made, there was no way we would suffer on the road. We were just short on grain, but everything else was in excess.
Damar had come through with the salt, though it wasn't exactly what I was used to. He brought back these heavy, grayish stones from the mountain goats' abode.
They looked like normal rocks, but their cores held the salt we needed. The real difficulty was in the extraction—lots of grinding and filtering were required.
As for the salty water he brought back, I boiled it, making sure the fire was steady until it evaporated, leaving a thin, white dust of fresh, hot salt at the bottom of the rock pot. It was like magic to them, watching the water vanish and leave behind their miracle salt.
We stayed in that spot without moving for another week since it wouldn't be easy to move all our resources without a proper means of transportation.
