He strolled through the finally completed barracks, and nodded. "Very well done. We have some notoriety, some treasure, and our first room finished. And we even started catching back up on the schedule."<br/><br/>Done with the inspection, he returned to the 'throne' room, which still didn't have one, but it didn't need one. Instead, he watched Grizzip work on designs for the concealed door they would soon need, and if they did well next week, he might even send out another raid. There was a set of ruins nearby, and he suspected it had both loot and minions to recover, the only issue was which was more important. Currently, they had finished the barracks, and finished expanding the room that was currently used for storage. This week, they would finish digging out the forge room, and focus on raiding and recruiting for a bit, seeing what feel into his net.<br/><br/><em>Still...</em><br/><br/>He flipped the journal open to the last page, where it listed the names and relevant information of the people that had died because of his course. It wouldn't stay him, but he wanted to know what the cost of revenge would be. With any luck, a handful of raids would be enough to convince people to listen when he came forward with his alternative to being raided. The page had only one line, 'Raddick the Bold, farmer, retired adventurer,' and already he felt tired for some reason. At least until he remembered his humiliation. He would have his revenge or die trying. He just hoped he could live with himself afterwards.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Journal Entry #7</div><div class="spoiler_body">Major actions: Continue digging out the storeroom, and then work on the forge room.</div></div>