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Captain's log, amendment
It appears I overlooked the usefulness of our woodcutter. He's got a nice, big, steel axe. Very useful indeed. I conscripted him immediately.
I also noticed one of the peasants staring interestedly at a sword I had on the pile of Elf junk. "Take it and do what you will!" I told him.
So apparently he's a swordsman now. In our army.
The soap maker asked me what he could do to help. I told him to go farm.
He protested, telling me he's a soapmaker. He makes soap. To bathe with.
I asked him whether anybody around here looked hurried to bathe in the ice cold water.
He said, smugly, they'd probably heat it up.
I told him if they did that they'd be burning their own beds, cos there isn't any other combustible material around.
Then he just gave me this look... like the bottom of his heart just dropped out.
I sent him on his way with a cheerful slap on the back.
Another peasant started looking at the Stills a bit funny. Like he wanted to try them. Like he wanted to use them. I told him he was welcome to. Nobody else had the time.
