NEW CHANGE, NEW NAME!!!!!

Thats right, Masters, Jarls, Mistresses, slaves and bonds.
We of Rondvik Village has left the cluster of Tor'Mark Fell and Iron Hall. We traveled far to the new home of Noir Avenir Trading Post Village. So, please feel free to come and visit us.  We're still the same, just under a new name.
Safe Paths and blessings to all.

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GRinding Sa-Tarna (19 March)

[11:08]  ℂℓy (clysa.dragoone) sighs, as steely eyes gazes up at the mid-day sun. cly had been within the garden, most of the morning, reaping several stocks of sa-tarna rods. So far, she had two bundles piled up to the side, out of the way, so none would stumble over them.

 Crouching close to he bundles, cly took some strands of fiber, binding the rods together, so it would be easier for her to carry them over by the smithy to the grinding wheel.
 Kneeling close to the wheel, cly took a few of the rods, placing them between the grinding stones. Gripping the wooden turn wheel over the slabs in her small hands, she tugs upon it, til it starts moving. Turning clockwise, she watches as the stones slowly comes together, grinding down the rods into a fine powder.
 Reversing the wheel, cly lightly brushes the ground up flour into one of the awaiting sacks at her side. Sighing softl, as she glances over at therest of the awaiting rods within the bundles, knowing her task isn't and won't be finished til dusk.