What the hell, man. Elephants are not ok in my book.
Along with the elephants we get a bunch of migrants. Which would be cool, except we were already to running out of beer. Guess everyone will have to go sober until the trade caravans arrive.
Oh hey speaking of that-
Cool, now we can-
Wat.
Oh god, that elephant never stood a chance.
This liaison is ******** crazy.
That spontaneous act of murder aside, I can focus on trading. I don't have anything valuable, but I do have the gold we mined, so I can trade that!
Ok, the gold ways like thousands of pounds each, I'm not even kidding. Trading them is ******** impossible. ********, the mountain home won't mind, I'm just going to steal this s**t.
The traders look disappointed as the depot is removed under their feet, and all their goods spill unto the floor. I quickly order the goods to be stored before they take it back.
Finally they embark, sending scornful glances at my general direction.
Yeah, screw you too.
