Lumber
"You are the back bone of this economy."
"You are helping stem the tide of evil from the east."
"Remember - the mill that has the greatest margins gets extra rations for the next month."
The monotonous drone continues as Rødhåret Pottemør stops himself from losing focus.
Can't afford to daydream. She'll come back soon. She's a strong one, they won't break her.
His eyes readjust on the boards freshly cut by the Litenåsby sawmill's head saw. He pulls them away one-by-one, each making another dent in the mill's monthly quota. Motivated to beat the neighbouring flour mill and metal workshop production lines Rødhåret works.
Hour after hour..
Day after day..
She'll come back soon..
"Look around you. How much of what you see is some sort of wood. Where do you think it all comes from? Somewhere in Seclora is a small army of people tagging trees and cutting them down. Stripping them. Hauling them. Removing their bark. Moving, trimming, cutting, and grading. And we my beautiful little girl help them. What does the city need? What type of wood? How many boards or what size? Do we have the Tømmerhugger and Lumberheg to get the wood to a mill? Can the mill get us the boards in time for our customers? I tell you my love, logistics and maths is a wonderful way to live. Look at this desk. That's Black Walnut. No, no don't chew on it my sweet! Two laughing eyes glint mischievously above the thick line of drool trailing from a young Gnome mouth to the edge of the desk. It's a wonderful luxury that I hestitated spoiling myself with but it has lasted me 80 years. Other than you my sunshine, I think it's the best investment I could ever make.
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