I have been here for a while and I call Northwich home. I have sent messengers to update the King of our status. We have been productive and it is almost time to plant winter wheat and garlic.
I am on hold about the special ” resource” I am supposed to be extracting from the area. The king seems content to have moved some of his problems off to Northwich.
I sit by the Campfire. The Campfire is the meeting place where decisions are made.
This morning, there was a striped hide rolled up and tied with a strip of leather where I sit.
It appears to be from the locals. They have been watching us quietly but have kept their distance. The hide has words from our language and other words I do not understand. I understand it to be a gift. It says, “for Beast.” There is an image made with charcoal of the Bard, the Beast and myself.
I suspect the Beast will greatly appreciate this. He is unaccustomed to honors or attention.
This is a good sign as well as to our potential interactions with the locals.
Every once in awhile a local will come and sit by the Campfire. I think they are drawn to the Bard.
He likes to sing.
I haven’t seen Jeptha for a for a while. That is the Beast’s name. He stays out of the camp for long periods of time. I suppose he has met those we call the Forest People.
I enjoy today a heated beverage made from roasted and ground beans. I trade the locals for it. It is called in the local tongue, Coffee.
TheThe locals have good taste in beverages.