CHAPTER 1 - A DANGEROUS EMBARK
"Well, here we are! Here, we can make history. So what first?" These were the first words spoken at Keskalnomal, spoken by Onol Unnosrigòth, leader of The Cheerful Letter.
"How about we dig?" asked the meagerly creative Momuz Kûbukâmid.
"Easy for you to say, Lancelistened. What's your job? FISH CLEANING. Peh! Zan, what do you think? Should we listen to McUseless over here?" spat Logem Dodòklokum, as she picked up her pickaxe.
"Well, this place is quite hot. If it rains, we're dead meat!" reasoned Zan Fikodustuth, taking the spare pickaxe from the wagon.
"Yeah, I'll pass until it rains," said Zulban Bûnemoslan, the woodcutter, holding his axe over his shoulder.
"Hey now, don't go staying up all night every night while we sleep comfily," reasoned Mestthos Kurikfeb, in a caring way, concerned for the safety of his ally and the fairness of the deal, "especially considering that the rain has no warning."
"How about this? We'll dig down, and find a meeting place. That way, nobody will be stuck outside if it rains!" reasoned the oldest and wisest of the bunch, jeweler èrith Thobshoduk.
"Yes, ma'am," replied Zan and Logem, both of whom were respectful of the ideas of the oldest of the members of The Cheerful Letter. They immediately set out to channel underground.