It took Miykael alot longer to get back to the town hall and he was seriously worried that they might leave without him. Who knows how quickly this farmhouse thing would be implemented? The self propelled carts were effective, and as far as he could tell werent too hindered by weight, but he had to go around anything that was too steep, which wasnt much. When they found better materials, they could probably make ones that were much faster and more capable of hilly terrain.
Something else worried him... a farm... a farm had fences and stuff but its not like they were trying to keep out animals. This safe haven was gonna be a target. They needed WALLS. And sturdy walls might be tough to build... now if they could move the farm equipment... say on a couple self-propelled carts... they could set up that farm somewhere far safer... like one of the Bari castles.
When he pulled up to the town hall it was quiet and dark. For a brief panicked moment he thought maybe they had left. But peeking inside he saw they were just quietly deliberating. Finding a pen and a pad of paper, and ripping off the suicide note on the top page, he began to write down details on the carts, their functions, how they worked, what could be acheived with them... He drew a map to the castello Normano-Svevo from various countryside communities surrounding Bari. And his arguments for why they should implement a plan to move the farm there. He decided hours ago that he didnt want to be a public figure, so all these ideas would need to be expressed by someone else. Who better than that leader guy, Jed?
Everything about this castle was perfect too. The Normano-Svevo had gardens and fields, living quarters for an entire village of people, walls that bordered the sea on one side, with a spectacular moat and drawbridge stup on all the others, gorgeous smoothly crafted walls that werent crumbling, a guard tower on the inside, was built on a steep hilltop, and the walls had sniper notches on two seperate levels. The only major issue was that his carts couldnt make it up those hills, but by that time he expected they could find some beasts of burden who could carry the heavy stuff until they found a way to improve his carts. All these details and ideas, he wrote onto the paper, and signed them
-M
more dramatics, but whatever. He was a dramatic guy.
When he was finished, and was sure his thoughts were clear, he copied it all down a second and third time. Once for himself, and once for Brown Beard, as a backup. Then slipping inside and doing his best to avoid contact with anyone, he slipped one copy to Brown Beard's pocket, who happened to be in discussion with Jed, to whom he handed the transcript personally and without a word, before leaving. He thought he heard someone call out to him... but he wasnt sure, and didnt want to talk anyways... then, leaving the cart and the materials and supplies he gathered that day with a note saying they were for everyone, and also signing it with an M, he wandered back towards his clock tower to stay the night...