Elias looked at the blueprint in his hands. The layout was tight. They needed a for planks, but the workers were starving. He had to make a choice: build the Gatherer's Hut to forage the last of the autumn berries, or risk everything on a Pasture for the three scrawny alpaca they’d managed to herd through the mountain pass.
"The ground is frozen," whispered Kael, the group’s head builder. "If we don't get the running by nightfall, the morale will break before the cold does." Settlement.Survival.v1.0.12.7.rar
They had arrived with nothing but the clothes on their backs and a singular, heavy iron key marked . It wasn’t just a serial number; to Elias, it was a prophecy. Elias looked at the blueprint in his hands