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Captain's Log. 10th of Malachite.
We had a close call today.
Whilst I was trading at the depot, I sent Exoleet (whom I am told is now something of an amazing marksman), to confront the antlered menace that was disrupting our looting of various corpses.

Exoleet apparently forgot his ammunition, and was forced into the fray. He was brutally stomped on until he could no longer walk.
With the help of his men, however, he survived. Of particular note, I must mention, was Adalore, who pulled two of them off him at once.
Impressive stuff.

Nagash the second was late to the action, and did not even get to see a live undead antlered one. (live?).
He has been put on report.

In other important news, the traders actually had lots and lots of wood. And black bronze bars! Amazing.

Like the elves, however, they brought us caged animals.
Hint, humans! Animals do not do so well in subarctic climates when they are not from them!
I bought the corpses, and the cages. Real bargain prices.

They also brought lots of clothes. In human sizes. I tell the time and time again "These clothes will not fit us, why would we buy them?" But they keep bringing them. Oh well, it's not like I didn't trade them a whole slew of goblin sized armour.
They did have alcohol. And meat. And lots and lots of weapons. We pretty much bought the whole caravan. We offloaded a lot of useless stuff (we like to call them 'trade goods), and received a hell of a lot of resources.

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