A caravan from Nish Oshur has arrived. All of our crafts and gems up were brought up to the surface for trade. The traders have instructed us to build lots of toys, which will apparently fetch a high price in Mountainhome.

Our broker, Ast úshrirasmel, has somehow gotten himself stuck in a tree and can’t make it to the depot to conduct a trade. He has been fired and replaced with someone more earthbound.

We’ve managed to pick up some metal tools and weapons, a few live animals for slaughtering, and an assortment of fine cheeses for a banquet later.