C) Improve Infrastructure
I) Diplomagics Again



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The envoy would be lying if they said they weren't afraid. The Ogre was massive, a solid block of muscle, and it had the backing and respect of an entire village behind it. The words chosen next would decide the fate if this entourage. 

"Great Ogre, I presume you to be the honorable leader of this tribe. We regret not coming to you immediately but we had a bit of a communication issue with your boyz." He tried to imitate their accent with the last word, hoping it wouldn't truly be he last.

"The rocks, as you would imagine, would be used as building material and tools. As of now we had to get by with flint and wooden tools, inhibiting our production. Which by extent inhibits the amount of food the we can make..." Pause for effect (as Rye taught him) "and consequently what we can share with you." 

"And the dripping! The aweful dripping, surely your peaceful and loving people would understand the struggle of being awaken but the dastardly dripping if cold water on their foreheads! Stone homes and roofs would stop that!"

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There was a silence in the Small Council, a silence brought upon by a recent loss. Elder Rye, the last remaining original Council member had passed. Taken peacefully(or as peacefully as his rantings would allow), surrounded by his family. He was succeeded by his son also named Rye, now the head of his clan. He moved to talk,

"My friends I come to uphold the Late and Great Rye's final testament, ahem" he coughed,

"ROADS, YA CROWS. Daddy Rye was always complaining his feet would hurt and that his carts got stuck coming back from the farms. This needs to change, the negotiations with the ogres are underway, but we need to connect our farms and pastures with the market. For now use cured wood as a platform and base to outline these roads and if the ogres come through we'll use stone."


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[hider=Summary]
Roads are cool, I guess, I just want my rye grains to get to my house faster. Also Ogres are the realest.
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