Chapter III: Fill up those stocksThe land here seems.... quite blessed. Though the occasional big insect seeks it's way here, the soil is fertile and the woods are rich in fruits and other valuable crops. Sun berries, pecans, sand pears, plums, peaches and parsnips grow plentifully in the woods. Large bushes of hemp also dot the forest floor, ideal for ropemaking and weaving. brewer bob claims the plant has "other uses" too, though she remains mysterious about what those are, and the plant itself does not look appealing for either cooking or brewery. I guess we will see.
A small band of.... eccentric migrants arrived recently, on a warm summer's eve. It seems to be a polycule of legendary craftsmen. A legendary bowyer, which seems to be the most normal of the group, and two legendary weaponsmiths, one with two lovers, one with two lovers and another married spouse. The two legenday polygamous weaponsmiths seem to be cousins, complicating the whole affair. Their nephew, a legendary 19-year-old bone carver, again with two lovers, also accompanies them. I am quite curious what kind of family this is, but I am too affraid to ask. To each their own, and their unmatched skill in crafting will be a great boon to the fortress. With them comes another adequate weaponsmith and a skillless peasant.
Summer and autumn remained fairly uneventful. We picked the boons of the forest for most of the season, ensuring our fortress would have a steady supply of food. It was not long before the merchants arrived. Their wagons had not been able to cross the mountain range, so only some draft animals carrying bags had made the trek. I talked a bit with the outpost liaison, who advised us to make toys and armor for export, but otherwise was quite a dull man. The alliance still stood, there had been no major wars fought in the world. Our settlement seemed to have been the only thing to change on the map. Another few migrants arrived following the caravan, though none of them stood out to me. Our population had gone up to 18, including 3 children that now rampaged through the fortress.
One funny thing had happened. As all of our fortress had been out for the harvest before the caravan came, I had to order them all back inside so they could carry goods to the, at that time still unfinished, trade depot. Everyone was quick to obey, and AvolitionBrit was smart enough to take the stepladder we used inside with him. What he overlooked, however, was the fact that Äs, our manager, bookkeeper, and most importantly right now our broker, had still been high up in between the branches of a pecan tree picking nuts as AvolitionBrit took away his only way out. It took us several days to notice, and I loathe to admit that I chalked up the curses coming from the trees to some unknown wildlife living in this alien area. Äs had been so dehydrated we had to cut the tree down to get him out, and I ended up doing the trading. Luckily, he is recovering quite fast, having sustained only minor bruising from the fall.
We've worked on constructing a dining room and some more bedrooms, but due to the harvest, progress has been slow.
A humble caravan arriving at our outpost 
A slow trickle of migrants arriving with some of their cattle. 
Äs, the broker, had been up there for days before we found him
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