Day 812:
I was working on smoothing out the western side of the mountains when another gang of murderers came out of the trees below me. They were a good distance away and I don’t think they saw me, but I’m pretty sure they spotted my easternmost outpost’s walls, since I didn’t do anything to disguise them.
I don’t know what those murderers want, other than to kill me. They always approach with crossbows drawn and they start shooting before I can even try to have a vocal conversation.
This band left and didn’t come back today, but I’m sure they will at some point.