A single page, from the bottom of a drawer.

Late Autumn, 555.

Despite my calls, we have not yet got a competant military, but we have found some of the demon metal in the caverns below the forges, and production of armor and weapons has started.

The sight of it drove one of the metal smiths insane, and he threw himself into The Funnel, but he has been replaced by Kadol, an immigrant blacksmith. She lost her husband and child in the last attack and states that she no longer wishes to see the surface.

We lost over 20 in the last attack, but the next time they come, they won’t be so lucky.

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