Nick made his way into city and checked his Journal just to be sure about what his wife wanted. The same three were that haunted him were always there.

Love's Labour's Lost

You spent your life building Gillgrist into a home, however an existential threat to all you’ve accomplished lies in the near future for your beloved town. Find a way to prepare and maybe you can save all you care about.

Rewards: All you have worked for will not be in vain.

Plainsong

Be a good father to your children.

Rewards: If you are lucky you will have adult offspring whose company you enjoy and of whom you are proud.

Of Cabbages and Kings

Get the white cabbage and the white yarn. It’s easy to remember they are both the same colour.

White cabbage, White yarn, thought Nick. That’s fairly easy to remember. And they are both the same colour.

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As Nick continued into the village he whistled to himself. Maybe a wall might work. If it is an attack, a wall would be the least we should have. I should get on that right away.

Nick passed by the Cooper’s place and decided to stop in for a bit. Wilfred was shaving a barrel stave at his chair when Nick walked in on him.

“Wilfred,” said Nick, “I’ve decided that the village needs a wall.”

“A wall, now is it Nick,” said Wilfred his finger feeling the stave he just shaved the side of to make sure it was smooth. “What do we need a wall for?”

“Every good village need a wall,” said Nick.

“And I take it your going to be the one building this wall?” said Wilfred. “Well I won’t stop ya, I might even help. Have a seat.”

Nick sat down on a tall stool and Wilfred got up from his chair and put the stave down in a pile of staves.

“Still waiting for the shipment of hoops, just prepping staves for now,” said Wilfred. “Let me poor you a beer.”

“Just a small one,” said Nick holding his thumb and pointer finger just a bit a part. “You ever get those feeling that you have something to do, but you just can’t bring yourself to do it?”

Wilfred handed Nick the beer and took a sip of his on. “Yep. Know exactly what you mean. You just got to wait it out.”

“Waiting it out never really worked for me,” said Nick. “I always need to up my level worry about doing something, until it almost wasn’t going to get done. Then I could get it done. Like today. Got my work done first thing this morning. All the grain that’s fit to be milled, well I got up early and milled it, but then there is the question of what to do next.”

“There’s always something that need’s doing,” said Wilfred. “Even if it’s just shaping staves for when you get more hoops in. People are always going to need more barrels. Or buckets. Everyone should have a good bucket or two.”

“You just sold me a new bucket last time I was here,” said Nick. “Cannot afford to get a new one every time we have a drink.” Nick remembered Veruca telling him the same thing almost verbatim last time he came home with a bucket, after having a drink.

“You probably could afford one. Not that you need another right now,” said Wilfred.

“Thanks for that,” said Nick finishing his beer. “Got to go finish the quest from the wife. Get some cabbage and yarn.”

“We have cabbage that Willa and I picked from the fields ourselves,” said Wilfred. “You can have a couple if you’d like. I will be right back. Won’t hear otherwise.”

Wilfred zipped into the kitchen and Nick poked around his workroom, playing with his hammer and anvil while he was out of the room. This anvil is really neat, thought Nick.

In a moment Wilfred was back with the red cabbage, “Here you go.”

“I really shouldn’t,” said Nick.

“It would be rude, not to,” said Wilfred. “And I would have to explain it to Willa. Just take the cabbage already.”

Nick reluctantly took the cabbages and put them in his sack.