They have successfully reached the depot we built hastily next to the entrance. I definately should than the ground and insist on finally removing that broken wagon of us, as its bloodstained remaings seems to make merchants nervous, and i need to make a good empression on them! The King should not hear of my failure and, besides, we need more hands here and this place isn't exactly attractive to migrants.
These idiots brought no dogs with them, and, looking at the assortment of things they dragged through a whole country along with them, they were expecting us to blossom with enormous treasures in these very six months, fucking elven-wit morons!
I was able only to bough two cows for the future meat industry and of course no metal anvil this year...
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