The windroot’s terrible flavour often sees it used for a secondary purpose: it is fairly easily fermented into a spirit, a form in which the taste is at least expected and, by some accounts, somewhat improved.

To some in Erj, reliance on inebriants is viewed as not so much a problem as a logical course. Between the suffocating ash, burning sand, and merciless sun, the latter of which is now rumoured to be falling from orbit, few are strangers to despair, and any respite one can find from their circumstance—the world’s circumstance—is usually welcome.