*This message is scrawled haphazardly on a sheet of torn and ravaged parchment*
My name is Conwar. I stepped on these shores a drunk, unemployed mess, ripe with the stench of an un-dead horde. The very same one that took my family, and continues to run rampant beyond the eyes of any government.
Many weeks ago I was offered employment by the Casadian Royalty to accompany them on an expedition south beyond the known border. I am no excellent cartographer by any means, however I can tell you how to be in the woods for weeks without the shyest ocelot knowin' yer there. After a successful venture I was offered work to plan and oversee construction a small fortified structure along the main road of the kingdom that was seemingly atop a rather large iron deposit. I accepted and spent days seeking water and local rock sources nar the road till I found a rusted stone within a roadside mountain.
Within days the place was fortified and a large stone wall was erected, providing military defenses overseeing the production of this infinat'ly strategic resource. The place can sleep 3 guards and two miners currently, with more expansions comin' soon.
I hope to see my project's well received with me superiors.
*The Parchment is signed "Conwar" with an accompanied paw-print stamp, revering the Spirit of the Wolf that drives him in his quest for purpose.*
