6th Slate, 122.
Imi silently watched, while Rowanas placed mutilated, legless (one fell into the pond) body of Dermonster in the second coffin, Tamed and Mothec placing lid on first, covering body of Ushnec.
-This is a sad day... they seemed so cheerful at the thought of wrestling... Boracusith must fall!
She spitted on the soil, turning around and marching out of the shallow cave. She didn't seen any of the mutant lizards, but she heard distant hissing, a sure sign that the reptiles are roaming somewhere around. She standed on the highest point of newly build Trading post, when Thrathnu coughed behind her.
-I've took some seeds from the dining cave, they're good for planting... that's a good thing?
-Yes, it is.
Imi replied shortly, making Thrathnu mumble something and move off.
8th Slate, 122.
-It's my lizard!
Tamed quickly embraced the fat, brownish reptile, it made a loud, happy hiss.
-It's just a stupid lizard, and we need food!
-Shmood! How can you butcher such nice, fatty guy?
The male crouched and scratches his new pet' chin.
-Who's my lizard? (Hisss!) You're my lizard! (Hisss!!)
Tamed moved outside, off Imi's range, just seconds before she spitted on him. The leader sat on the chair and started her paperwork. And writing notes.
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Journal of Imi Esklosked,
15th Slate, 122.
I never liked trading. My grandfather, a wealthy pig from real Avernum, from Almaria, told me to do so, and before this disaster, it went fine...
Tamed sat in the back cave and started making some ropes and bags. Seems he likes cloth more than making stuff from it, but who cares? Most important he's not slacking off. Rowanas went off mumbling about "I have plan for making well!", but she's away for a day now and I'm worried.
I don't want to ask Mothec for another coffin.
Journal of Imi Esklosked,
4th Felsite, 122.
Tamed have quite good fingers, sewing soothing, nature stuff onto ropes and bags he made.
And Rowanas said she needs a bucket for a well she made. She dug long tunnel all the way to the brook, and thus wasn't seen around. She made me worried, dammit.
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16th Felsite, 122.
Imi was speaking with Tamed about living back there, in nice, cozy towns of Tangled Realm far to the north, when Flintus bursted into the cave.
-We have a problem!
He said loudly, certainly upset.
-What? Oh come on, don't tell me someone...
A tone of defeatism could be heard, the trader still remembering death of two other.
-Nah, not lizards, albeit it can bring doom upon us.
-So? What's it? Speak already!
The leader stood up from her chair, startling a bit both men.
-Umm, problem is, the swamp' soil isn't that good as I thought... seems we're gonna stuff ourselves with mushrooms until someone arrives.
-Don't joke, Comfrey root surely gro-
-No.
Silence fell unto three Avernites.
-Todastools? It's quite warm and-
-Nope.
-Uh, Almaria berries? Cave apples?
The leader started running out of possibilities.
-No and no. The only stuff I see growing, except mushrooms, are wild spiritual herbs. If you're into sweet syrup or some lovely dye, that's it.
-For Cakuth sake...
Imi slammed her forehead on table.
-Live full of mushrooms, just perfect. It's like living in the very Avernum!
Thrathnu didn't looked worried.
-Fine with me. I love mushroom beer. You don't have to drink it if you don't want to! Beer, yum.
He licked lips, not noticing that Imi tries to kill him with her stare.
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Journal of Imi Esklosked,
24th Felsite, 122.
I've decided to work out some defense plan. I told Rowanas to dig some more rock salt - Mothec will fashion it into some crude wall. I'm working hard too, trying to carve some mechanisms from the rocks, and then make some traps that will drop stones upon heads of any dangerous thing that might visit us in future.
I just noticed that Rowanas isn't digging. I asked why. "I'm on break, boss."
I think that she is just lazy.
Journal of Imi Esklosked,
1st Hematite, 122.
The wall' construction has even not begun (Mothec joined Rowanas on break).
And it has started raining.
Damn my luck.
Moth's drinking, but on break as well:
I think I should start being a douchebag and go sleeping until they come over and beg for guidance, ha!