All hail noble ladies and gentlemen!

How fast time can pass, I almost forgot to work on the chronicle over all my other paper work in the residency. Although I have to report about some news again.
On the one hand the big barriere about I told in the last page of the chonicle, doesn't seem to be a danger for us anymore. At least no new reports reached us with problems about it.The scout who is away on order of my masters to explore Tamar, is sending new reports about exciting landscape where he travels through. He tells that he often has to go back when he comes across big expanses of water.But he doesn't know if these are inland waters or oceans. Maybe we are living on a huge island. It must be a great life as a scout: Free and without constraints and you can see a lot of the world. I'm almost not allowed to leave my office. But lately I was allowed to go to the taverna with my master. There we met another lord of Tamar with the name Fox. He told us about one of the most important event of the past: the big market-day of Cologne. This city is far away from here. Now, this mister Fox had together with Lord Wolfen and some other lords and ladies the honorable task to point out attention to our country and possibility to settle down here during the market. But unfortuantely some adversities got in their way. It started when Fox was responsible to help to erect the market stand in the market hall which should campaign for us. At first the coachman was a long time coming with the material without they couldn't start. Thereby the next problem occured. The constructor of the market hall obviously seemed to be a botcher of a very bad sort. The whole material had to be transported through tight and winding alleys to the hall. There were always edges, steps and doors in the way. Well, I think I have told enough, I still have to do a lot of paperwork and the milord Albrich is again in a bad temper right now, because I'm writing on the chronicle instead to check the balances. See you soon on the next page of the Chronicle of Tamar, your Pergalb!