The Mysteries of Y Mynydd Niwlog consume the imagination of everyone, but it seems that it is not a curse—at least not entirely.  Mysterious mountain or no, there is work to be done.  We can only assume that winter will come to this land, and we cannot afford to be caught unawares when it does. We need to begin storing food for when it cannot be grown, and when the animals have hidden away to sleep out the colder months.  As we are on an island, a potential source of food is all around us.  I have ordered that nets be made and cast—the Cewri shall taste the fruit of the sea.  Nets shall be woven from the plants that surround us—I have heard tell of a few willows on the far side of the island which would be ideal, but if that proves untrue than longer grasses will suffice.  If fishing from the shore is not successful, as some fear, we can build small boats from some of what wood is to be found here—which we would have to do anyways, eventually.

	Of course, fish are not known for their ability to stay edible, nor is any other kind of meat.  It is remembered that the Cewri from before the Great Hubris would fill large basins with seawater, and leave to dry to form salt, with which they preserved and seasoned their food.  We cannot operate on the same scale, but being able to store meat for the winter can only help in our survival.  Holes shall be dug, and they shall be filled. 

	The Sea-Lord be praised, we will be ready for whatever else may come our way.	

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A) Improve Food: Commence fishing.
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