With the bridge completed we had access to more plants, more trees, and more space to stretch our legs. We didn't really have much time to spare, with all the work we were rushing to complete, and even when we did have the time to relax the most exciting thing any of us could do was take a walk. The dense woods of the far side of the stream were wonderful to wander through, however, and I soon grew to love the time spent inside that forest.
Dallisgrass and satintail carpeted the floor, and occasionally you might find a patch of dog's tooth sprouting from underneath one of the massive shale boulders that peered out from the undergrowth. You could often spot one of the tiny speckled lizards sleeping in a patch of sun that had somehow managed to poke it's way through the canopy. Monarch butterflies would flit about my head in a friendly, aimless sort of way. I had never stopped to think about the motivations of butterflies, I mean I never really had the time, but after a number of quiet hours of intense contemplation I can confidently say that I still have not a clue.
Boki reported all sorts of tasty discoveries, including peppers, muskmellons, horned melons lentils, kumquats, sweet potatoes, and something called a "Bambara groudnut," which sounded like something out of a book I read as a child. As the days grew warmer, different kinds of plants were appearing and so Boki was spending almost every day foraging through the tangled undergrowth. She also reported finding a hive of honeybees! The bees had built a great nest in the hollow of a tree stump, and seemed to be doing quite well for themselves. I made sure to mark a trail to the hive since I had heard great things about the profitability of mead.
We also started on the quarry, finally. Our goal is to dig up enough sand to reach bedrock, and from there we'll rip out rough chunks of solid stone to haul up to the surface and carve into more manageable pieces. We can then use the rock blocks to build walls, bridges, floors, and roads, and all of those things are going to be necesary if we ever want to claim status as a reputable dealer of fine alcohol.
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We struggled at first to even dig a simple hole, since the sand was predisposed to, well,
being sand, and collapsed inward every time the hole sunk more than a few feet. I split a few logs into slats that, when anchored against the sandy slopes by stiff cross-boards, did the trick of keeping the sand out of the pit. Oli then made significant progress, taking only a few weeks to churn through the many layers of sand, and he finally hit a cool layer of granite around the 1st day of Summer. Rorte had designed the open-air quarry with a central, spiralling ramp, which made it pretty easy to retrieve the huge speckled chunks of granite from the most recently mined layer.
At one point, Oli struck a vein of some purple stone.
He called Rorte over to take a look, and when she couldn't place it they asked me if I knew anything. I didn't, so I asked Uzin just in case it might have been worth something to someone at some point (which makes it something she would definitely know about) but she didn't know and pretty soon all seven of us were standing around the vein scratching our heads. Eventually we decided to mine it out and save it somewhere just in case it turned out to be highly-sought after, or something like that. Oli got back to work. Later, the stone was all but forgotten after Oli struck a recognizably-shiny cluster of Prase Opal.
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A few weeks into summer, Ibu spotted a strange group approaching from the south. We didn't know who they were or what they were doing here, so we avoided them at first, hiding in our cabin and barring the door. We watched them walk into our camp from a gap in the wall of the second floor. As they closed the distance, we could see their lumbering yaks were loaded down with barrels, bolts of cloth, and buldging satchels full of other goods. At this point we realized how silly we were and left the cabin to greet the traders.
The liason's name was Oli Ongicusith and had heard about us through a contact in the dwarven empire, so he had taken a risk and travelled the long journey just to sample what we had brewed so far. This was a surprise, certainly, and would have been an awfully good opprotunity to spread the word about our fine brew. The fact we had no beer to trade soured things a little.
"Uh, uhm, I'm sorry to disappoint but we haven't really, um, brewed anything at this point in time. We haven't even, uh, built the still yet."
"Huh. Well, do you have anything else to trade?"
"Well, there's this this strange purple stone we dug up, does that interest you?"
"Let's have a look."
I hauled up that mysterious chunk of magenta and set it next to one of his yaks.
"Well, what is it?"
"I was hoping you could tell me that."
"It's certainly purple. If you had three of them I would trade you, let's see here, a couple of fish or maybe a few seeds. . ."
"Hold on, I've got an idea!" I really did have an idea. I quickly found Rorte and asked if she could hurriedly carve a statue.
"What should I carve, boss?"
I pointed to Oli, the caravan master, and ordered "Do your best but go quickly, they might leave at any time!"
Rorte worked hurriedly and soon produced the final product: a lifesize depiction of Oli Ongicusith that was accurate in every way, except it was decidely purple.
As we struggled to haul the statue over to the depot, Oli took notice and burst out laughing.
"I thought you folks were supposed to be simple brewers, not sculptors of fine art!"
Oli was greatly pleased and offered nearly 6 times as much for the statue. However, I looked over the goods and realized that we didn't really need much of anything at this point. I didn't want to let the statue go to waste, so I offered to set up the statue in a permanent position next to the depot, in honor of Oli and his generosity.
He was kind of shocked, exclaiming "I've never been greeted with such hospitality, even in the wealthiest of towns! I'll be sure to come back next year." What could have been a great disaster was been successfully averted with just a single stone.
We asked the traders to bring, next time they visited, some
hemp cloth for bags, clothes, and uniforms.
wood, in case we run out of easily-felled trees.
iron bars, for our front gate as well as ammunition for our bows
seeds of all varieties, in case our current stock rots away
turtles, a special request by Ibu
and parchment sheets for Uzin's recordkeeping fetish
In turn, they promised to pay us half-again for any beer we sold to them.
"Though, if we show up again and you still haven't any alcohol to purchase, I'm not certain I can justify making a third trip. Your brewery is just so far out of the way, and having to dodge all those goblin patrols doesn't help much."
"Goblin patrols? What are you talking about? Are there goblins nearby?"
"Well, yes. West of the mountains is goblin country, didn't you know? This area has probably the densest population of dark fortresses anywhere on the continent, maybe even the world. Hell, only two days west of here the land sinks into a gruesome pit full of the evil creatures."
"Oh, no . . ."
"To put it bluntly, you've settled right on their doorstep. I'm surprised you're still alive. In any case, I hope you're around come next summer - I have nothing but high hopes for Beerfates!"
With that, Oli and his caravan left the way they had come. The rest of us, energized from the encounter, got back to work.
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A few days later I was walking through the forest and came up to the western riverbank, which took the form of a short, sandy cliff. The western river had a stronger flow and would be dangerous to swim in (and those grey beasts might still be lurking below), so I still wasn't sure how we were to get a bridge across the thing. As I sat pondering this dilemma, I looked up and saw two butterflies. But the scale wasn't right. . .
"WHAT THE FUCK, THOSE ARE HUGEEEE!"