I have made a grave miscalculation: the walls were not repaired, because no one knows the secrets of mortar! I am no mason… the shaman says he can 'shape rock', but it will take time, and his energies are spent tending the wounded. I am unsure how to proceed.

I shall conduct a full inspection, if this rain ever lets up. For the moment, I have ordered shelters constructed to house the wounded, and the dead separated. Unless I can think of better, I will have the carcasses thrown into the ravine.