I lost the first half of this post. Note to self, add pigeons
August 10th, 110 (I think)
We've decided to expand our greenhouse to make room for flax growing. After 2 years, and with all this cold, we're going to need to repair our clothes and make new ones for these growing infants.
September 12th, 110
The third Elven caravan this year! Either they must really love our crafts, or they really want to see us do well. Hopefully both! A good thing, too, as we've had another skilled stonecrafter join us since. We're quite the little village now, 77 hobbits in all with 13 born right here!
I recieved a letter-mallard this morning, our own Caravan is on the way as well. Twice in one year! My, my, how good it is to be a success!
September 20th, 110
Once more we bought out the lumber of the Elves, and even more, acquired an anvil from our own people! Sadly, a thought occurs, that with wood so precious, we might not have any to spare for lighting a forge. Perhaps soon we shall get some picks, and begin digging for coal.
October 15th, 110
Our Aphidadas are all but dead, as is an infant Pack Beetle unfortunate enough to be brought by one of the refugees. In their place we shall one day pasture Panserblekks, who from our first captured female have grown into a family of 5. Her descendants shall be as cattle to us. Mighty armored cattle who protect us from the cruel creatures of this world.
Every one of our Theraposa has in time come to adopt old farmer Whelp. His collection is growing, and he has come to appreciate their interest, though would still prefer a dog.
October 16th, 110
I ordered our hunter captain to go kill a wild dog today. What a weirdo! Instead of going out and shooting it, he simply stripped naked, waded out into the snow, and kicked it to death. I don't know why he did this, but it greatly disturbs me. Honestly, I'm beginning to lose my patience with the man, I simply cannot convince him to even carry a bow! I ought to replace Mr. Mythickingdom. I don't care if we share a first name, this is getting ridiculous.
October 27th, 110
Dear mercy! That man is insane! He makes the excuse that he doesn't like the feel of a freezing bowstring on his fingers, then goes out into the snow! Comes back later, nursing a badly bleeding arm, and we find 3 dead dogs out there. Perhaps I shall give him something to hit with instead, if he's so keen on not using bows.
More things I've noticed
-Adherents are supposed to get a caravan, so someone please add a PROGRESS_TRIGGER to them.
-Can't seem to get my one military guy to equip any weapons. Help?
-Wow, Elves and Halflings are trading all the time. I don't mind in the least, it's just not what I'm used to.
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