From the Private Annals of the Church of Pelor.
Transcribed by Beltak, Scribe to His Radiant Servant, Tremak the Plush.
The 18th day of Hammer in the Year of the Sudden Journey.
With snows continuing, and many of our townsfolk becoming restless within the confines of the palisade walls, we have been busy trying to find work for people to engage them and keep them occupied in a meaningful way.
I’m not sure who suggested the idea at the Town Council meeting, but work has started quite swiftly on moving some of the stones from the ruined keep, those said to be charmed with wards of protection, to discreet locations around our walls.
At the gates some rudimentary lookout towers have been constructed as a mixture of wood and stone, and here and there around the palisade the blocks have been carefully added to the structure.
In a short space of a tenday the work has been completed, farmers, trappers, and blacksmiths all helping out in the work of moving and fitting the stones. Five huge blocks have even been transported down to the boathouse by the lake, dragged on sleds over the snow by some of the oxen, where they have been incorporated into the structure. A well-armed guard went with the group, but there was no sign of any goblins.
The whole town feels more secure regardless of whether the stones have any powers or not. The stone, however, is all used up now, except for a couple of small pieces of the old keep that still stand. If we need any more stone construction, then we will have to use stone from the new mine, or attempt to salvage some of the pieces from the gorge wall out to the east.