Heron Lake Plateau Never mind the slacks and bashers

Quixote wondered whether or not that mystery would be revealed eventually, and whether he should expect more trouble from Screech if he got up again.  He'd thought that he was the leader of whatever band of misfits he'd collected here before the Caldera wolves arrived, right?  Maybe it was some sort of weird plan for him to get into power -- make Quixote sound untrustworthy and awful or something.  Ugh.  If only he'd made it more clear before the whole coma thing, since now everyone probably felt bad for Screech.

He kept his focus out over the lake, Disagreement with the plateau.  Or close enough to it.  Just was stupid.  Which had pretty well screwed up his ability to provide for Raven easily, but he'd figure something out.  Maybe.  Possibly.  At least it wasn't anything permanent, and he could (kind of) still stand up to fight if an emergency happened.  It was just... Not ideal.  But he was also a stubborn fool about certain things, hence why he'd ended up in this state, and why he was pretty much just going to suffer through things as much as he could, partially punishing himself for his err.  Sure, Raven could help him out, but he was currently about as cooperative as she was kind.  Should be fine eventually.  It'd just feel like a million years, especially since at a passing glance, he looked fine.