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The Journal of Kodor Ironblood, 23rd of Granite, 1091
Bloody Elven diplomat back again this year. Keeps insisting we limit the logging of our nonexistant forest to well over a hundred trees. I make a game of it these days, keep trying to get him to increase the amount they are willing to 'tolerate'. Mad buggers.
The spring carries with it a chill wind, thought. Not the natural chill it normally brings, but a wind that bodes ill.
I fear our arrival here may not have completely prevented what we set out to prevent. That is rather unfortunate, since it will probably doom us all.
I've tried discussing this with Olon, but he seems preoccupied with his new bed (although I must say it is quite a remarkable bed, I find myself somewhat jealous).