Inteuniso picked up his ledger, for much needed to be done.
He sketched his plans, wrote ideas down, and pondered. He wondered what might be out there.
Meanwhile...Jular'r circled his opponent. his hooves packed in the dirt in the floor of the rough bar. Both Jular'r and Kumos had been drinking burh whiskey, a distilled liquor that was easy to make and quick to knock you off your legs.
Kumos had mentioned something about Jular'r's matriarch. A heinous crime by most standards, Jular'r's intoxication merely amplified it. He quickly got up from his stance of kneeling and charged into Kumos' side, knocking him over, horns scraping the hide. Blood began to drip from the scrape.
Thus began the Ritual of the Fight. One would wait for the other to leave an opening, and would then charge. It was a ritual of skill, finesse, and strength.
Jukar'r saw Kumos swing his head, opening his neck up for attack. Charging at a blinding speed, Jukar'r slammed into Kumos, his horns penetrating the throat. Kumos fell to the ground, neck bleeding. The bartender came over with a rag, and stopped the bleeding. Kumos was shamed for what he had done. Pleased, Jukar'r stumbled out of the door, headed home.
Have 2 labor utilize farm tiles 1, 6
Have 1 labor utilize plains tile 3
Have 1 labor utilize hill tile 2
Have 1 labor refine wool
Have 2 labor build a farm on tile 18
Have 2 labor build a granary using 2 wood.