((Sorry. It's been a rather busy time at uni lately. Midterms are next week. As for that one person who wanted out, we might want to hold a funeral if they still want out. Who was it again?
Also, did we skip to Summer or Autumn? If Autumn, some of our building progress might make more sense, and we'd have the first caravan in the near future.))
Cish was impressed. In the first month of visiting these strangers, he'd begun to think they had no idea what they were doing, despite being people who had apparently come a long way and settled in that cave. But, and not just because of the help of some of his fellow villagers, they had turned it into quite the little hideout rather quickly. They'd dug out several cellars, put together some workshops from both local materials and tools traded from the village, and from what he'd heard, they'd carved bedrooms out of solid rock in the back of the cave. Now they were building a log structure (which he had helped provide timber for) to join with the front of the cave, for some kind of trading post. Their work really was uncannily fast, though he guessed they might have some kind of special Dwarvish training, as they seemed to imply when he spoke with them. He had asked why they had not simply built a wooden house for themselves, and took so much work to carve from stone inside the mound instead, but from what he could gather, they feared coming under siege.
He stopped outside the entrance, for inside he could hear carousing and celebration. "Ay!" he called inside, "I haf brought more logs!" He had picked up more of their strange tongue than anyone else in his village, though he spoke it with a thick accent.