Spinning Compass Network

The meat closet at the Bel' is full, the smoke house is full, the dehydrator is full, the curing cabin is full of hides if anyone needs any... The Memorial wall is finished...

I'm going to sit down dig out some of the blue stuff, and some elvish wine. If anyone is willing, I wouldn't mind company.

But I smell like death. Not sweat. Not stink. Death.