"Networking is done in person, by letter, and candlestick telephone." Chris reports. There's a note of amusement to their voice -- they're going to miss the Internet, too. "Other than that, there is none."

Chris also climbs in their tree, though with far less ease than Sam does. The impression should be that they are only ascending to stay within 'earshot' of him without shouting.

"I get the impression that more farmers are always needed -- earlier stages of the curse killed many, and others abandoned the island. As things stand, no one can leave now. Anyway, fishermen also help with the food supply so that would be appreciated too. If you have doctor skills, there's an opening for a physician." Chris huffs, and falls silent for a moment as they navigate a particularly difficult spot in the branches.

"I think we've got plenty of constables and guards for now, but that's an option. If you have crafting skills like a tailor or something, you're given a home and a workshop. There's at least one entertainer... I've seen her posters up around town. And if all else fails, you can work as a laborer -- there's a mountain to the north with mines and stuff."