Frostbound

My office was a flurry of activity as everyone seemed to need something right at the same time and my fun few days of forging were exchanged for managing. At least now Vincent was out of his procedure and was in the process of recovering.

I needed a break from my forging spree anyway. The only thing saving me from a mountain of paperwork was the fact we didn't actually have paper.

Some professions could conjure it as part of a skill but those couldn't be used for everyday use. Architects and Engineers could create Blueprints or Designs and have their skills generate the paper, but outside of that, we didn't have it lying around.

We had alternatives, a plant fiber similar to papyrus or treated animal hide, but we tried to use them as little as possible as we didn't have that much.

The foreman needed my approval on something, Abigail needed to run something by me in terms of direction, an altercation arose at one of the dungeons, and the farmers needed help getting the fields ready, along with a few smaller things.

All at the same time.

It was like the world took me looking for something to do to keep my hands busy as a challenge and had everything happen all at once.

While I wasn't discounting cosmic retribution for having free time, there was a more likely solution to why everything was coinciding.

The Spring thaws kickstarted people into motion all at the same time.

Everyone was breaking out of their Winter freeze and activity was on the rise, which came with problems to solve.

The biggest issue, and what took priority right now, was whatever the Farmers needed. They were our future food and no matter how much I wanted to continue construction, food came first.

The current issue I was looking at would have to wait. Translators weren't as important as putting seeds in the ground.