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Wow, we're burning through the turns.

Rumors from the Kingdom of Ulm:

Amid great rejoycing, Ulmish peasants unwrap another waterproof crate sent from the Deep Ones themselves. A great festival ensues, with the common folk getting high off reef keef and generally having a grand old time. Some adventurous and extremely stoned Ulmish women are seen "taking the plunge" to visit the Deep Ones, but aren't seen from again. There is some talk of the blood-hungry emperor who rules the kingdom to the north with an iron fist, but this does little to dampen the mood of the peasants on this fine day. They think, "I'm sure the great and diplomatic Sorceress will be able to ensure peace with them. We have nothing to fear!"

An old Master of the Smith shakes his head as he leaves the festival on his way back to the forge. "These Ulmish citizens are lazy and weak. And what is this hippy peace nonsense?? Why, back in my day Ulm didn't fear anyone. Back in my day, you couldn't even hear yourself think for all the hammers ringing out from the forge, crafting armors and weapons of steel. Thinking is definitely overrated. I must train as many smiths as I can, to bring back the glory of the old days. The Sorceress will need our steel soon enough, I'd wager.