Slightly edited excerpt from what I wrote: Finally, I reach the town of Berryton. It's about as small as I expected, but it seems hardly touched by the war. No crumbling buildings or craters; just people living their lives without wary eyes or shriveled stomachs. I wheel my wagon to the town hall and see a pedestal that appears to be intended for my package. I fit the bust into place. Can't say I recognize the figure, but she is beautiful, sculpted with a technique last seen in the renaissance.
Perhaps the new world isn't so bad if it's capable of art like this.