Once again we found ourselves adrift, without purpose. It is as though nobody is giving us direction.
Our envoy ran to the newly constructed community farm to grab a bit of food. We thank the people of Berclavia for providing this boon. She then stopped at the bank as usual and made her way to the stables to pick up the usual horse, only to find no horses were available. Instead she got a rotten egg! What kind of insult is this? Fortunately there were several wild horses roaming the area and she saddled one of these and began her trek.
Stopping at the Post for the night, she purchased several clothing items from Berclavia Outfitters then dispatched the animals which bred in the crawl space above the Post. It may behoove us to amend construction to eliminate this spawning ground as it can be disturbing to hear the sounds of these beasts all night long. It also seemed colder than usual in both our General Store and Berclavia's Outfitters. We will have to install additional heating units for the comfort of our tenants and visitors.
Once back at home, our enthusiasm waned and we were listless again. We did manage to expand the underground infrastructure a bit, to cull a few trees and gather just a little food. Then, before we knew it, it was time to return to the Tavern.
We really must encourage our master planner to actually have a plan for our next visit!