His rounds at Last Hearth were simple, make sure the solar stills were working. It was almost laughable, to a few members of the community it really was, that he was doing this when they had water to spare at the current. They'd also had a military to spare a few weeks prior. Barrels, plastic wrap, and a few cut up plastic bottles arranged to catch whatever impure water they could evaporate, left under the harsh sun. He stood back, smiling at his handiwork and appreciating simple work that could keep the mind busy. There was nothing left but simple work. He left them there, meandering back out onto the streets of Last Hearth. People packed the street, going about their business the same as he was, albeit most without so much order. He kept to the side of the road, wandering inadvertently towards the front of the settlement in keeping away from the business in the street. There was always something to be done at the gate, maintenance or watch. He wasn't particularly handy with repair work but he wasn't doing it because he took pride in the results.