15th Galena, 254 – Late Summer

A human caravan has arrived. We’ll probably trade all our stone crafts for more wood. These beds don’t grow on trees, you know.

I caught a glimpse of another Giant Eagle flying around out there. On one hand, I’m glad it wasn’t us who killed his or her mate, on the other hand, I don’t think the eagle cares who actually did it. I bet all of us dwarves look the same to them anyway.

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