Grian placed the last block down.
"Yuck," he said, staring at the build he had just created. A hobbit hole in a flower forest. "This is... the worst build I've ever created."
Which was true; it was incomparable to the mansion back in Hermitcraft.
He shook his head. It would have to do. He stuffed his junk in a chest, his watch beeping like a baby needing it's milk.
He opened the chat, to his surprise, seeing his name. The Village People want to see him? He sighed, it was turning night right about now. He quickly made his way through the forest and over to the village.
"We need villagers, Grian, and we have things to offer," said a grinning Bdubs as Grian sat on a chair. Villagers? Weren't there villagers here anyway? Or... oh yeah.
Grian had trapped the last two remaining ones. And the only one who knew was... Etho. He shot a glance at said man, then shook his head. "I dunno, this stuff looks more like things you guys don't need..."
After lots of negotiation, he accepted the trade.
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