Smaller update then I planned but apparently the Goblins decided they weren't going to just DIE anymore so we're having a few problems with them.
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20th Sandstone
Tirist Atticfeasts sat staring into his ale mug. The boredom of having nothing to weave was starting to get to him. He knew he could create beautiful clothes for everyone but everyone seemed to prefer to walk around in tattered rags that could hardly be called clothes at all.
Draining his mug Tirist stood and left the Hall. He knew he had to create something before he went crazy. Upon reaching the workshop level he pushed open the door to the main stockpile and vanished inside.
Moments later he reappeared with a bin full of materials in his hands and proceeded along the passageway to his shop, stopping only to pick up 1 last thing from the woodpile.
After blocking the doorway with a large shelf he set to work. As he worked the cloth and leather and chiseled beautifully detailed images into the Fire Agates Tirist could feel all of his pent up skill flowing out of him.
22nd Sandstone
Tirist burst into Fireheart's office to find that he had interuppted a meeting. As Newb, Barbarossa and Sir Nil turned in their seats to look at him Tirist pulled the hood from his head and tossed it to Newb whose eyes widened as she saw what the jobless Weaver had created.
"Its a beautiful piece of work." Newb said as she passed it around to the others. "What do you call it?"
"Okang Uzan." Tirist replied. "The Yor of Allegiance."
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And its valued at 79600 bucks.