Excerpt from the Journal of Dirt Championblue, Manager of The Masters of Battle and Oldgreen:27th Sandstone, 501
All of the lakes and rivers have frozen solid. The cistern beneath our well seems unaffected for now, but that won't last forever. If this frozen period lasts long and we do not obtain any drink, we'll be in deep trouble.
12 Timber, 501
Providence has smiled upon us for our work! Two trade caravans, one from our home civilization and one from a Forested civilization have arrived at our settlement today. I've already begun to pack up my things, it will be quite nice to get out of these woods and back home to my small cottage. Wave has requested to trade with the caravns before we leave; I suppose she wants to make use of her bartering skills one last time.
1st Moonstone, 501
Trade has concluded with both caravans, and we were able to obtain some trivial items in exchange for the pipes and fiddles we had been making out of sheer boredom. Neither caravan had very much to offer, unfortunately, but that doesn't matter now. What matters is that we have a way home now, especially as the snow begins to fall on our buildings.
11th Moonstone, 501
We have been betrayed! This morning, both of the caravans left the trade depot and headed away from our the town. We all shouted for them, begged for them to take us with them. The simply continued, headed farther and farther away. I noticed that one of them had stayed behind, the one that was calling himself "Calm Boundpsyche." He seems to be a trained hunter, and was definitely their leader. I rushed up to him, grabbed him by the collar, and demanded to know what was going on. He grinned insidiously, and told me that this site was too rich in raw materials to be abandoned. The bastards are going to leave us here to freeze based on the prospect of azurine smoking pipes! I punched him right in the chest, but the mayor grabbed me before I could do anything more. I that she'll have the diplomacy necessary to sort out this situation, or we'll all die here.
19th Moonstone, 501
Calm Boundpsyche exited from our town hall today, and rushed into the wilderness beyond. The mayor slowly left her office immediately after; she looked completely forlorn and walked slowly up to me, clutching a piece of paper tighly in her palm. When I saw the paper, I saw the reason for her mood.