"This is a different matter," Winters said breezily, changing the subject, "I plan to build a water-powered sawmill."
"Where will you get the water from?"
"Isn't there a river outside of the town center?"
"The water is so shallow, will it work?"
Winters said with pride, "That's what you don't understand. First, we'll use a water wheel to lift the water into the reservoir, then use the reservoir to drive the gears. No problem."
"Oh."
"You don't seem surprised."
"Oh!"
Winters burst into laughter, but suddenly, his laughter turned into a sigh.
He said with frustration, "Without the caravan, we can't buy anything, not even graphite. I was drawing the plans for the sawmill last night, using what Colonel Jeska had left me, and there's only a little bit left. Sigh, I wonder how the Colonel is doing now?"
Upon hearing this, Pierre also heaved a sigh.
"What do you say, if we find Colonel Jeska and bring him to Wolf Town to retire?"
"Sounds good."