Captain Morgan Alenos scanned the horizon. Brogdenstein had passed at starboard a few hours ago, and they were now in dangerous water. He inpected the nearest growler. A huge white block of ice protruded the sea and he knew from experience that a lot of ice was somewhere below the water, waiting to wreck the ship of any captain foolish enough to come close. He turned around and ordered the helmsman to give it a wide berth, and went inside the cabin. In a few hours they'd reach Forrstakkr ...or the bottom of the sea.

He tried to warm his hands to the small stove he always took with him on a trip like this, and started checking the cargo list. He smiled when he spotted a record that stated "12 crates of boots, left ones only". He wondered what the Traders' broker was going to do with that delivery. Store it, probably, in case they ever managed to buy the other 12 crates. The rest seemed to be the usual mix of storage goods from merchant houses and supplies for the locals.

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A few more notes in the Captain's Log...


Cargo delivered to Forrstakkr
* 12 second-hand anvils
* 10 kegs of Sweetberry Juice
* 50 preserved cow carcasses

Cargo delivered to Cordor
* 5 caskets frozen deer meat
* 3 kegs of Winter Wine
* 10 crates with pelts

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