Dollar tree rocky hill ct

My family used to go to Branson every year and always went to Silver Dollar City and saw “The Shepherd of the Hills”. Nothing beats it for me. What is your “go to” place in Missouri for vacation?

Me: Nerdy guy into: D&D, Pc gaming (sandbox survival mostly.) Just got an Occulus quest 2 for fitness and stress relief. Frogs (I have 3 dumpy tree frogs and 2 milk frogs) Pagany/spiritual stuff (runes, tarot, crystals etc). Fishing (recreational/for food). Podcasts (mbmbam mostly). Music- all kinds but my favorite band ever is They might be giants. Attempting to keep houseplants alive. Mostly pothos and snake plants. I'm Neurodivergent. Adhd and possibly on the spectrum. I'm a tad weird, but in a harmless way. Kinda awkward as well. Animals are important to me and I will always have pets.
You: Hopefully into some of that stuff. You must like or at least tolerate cats, frogs and snakes. Neurodivergent, because I don't think a neurological person could understand me.
Recently got 5 chickens as a 1st step towards more self sufficientcy.
I have 2 nephews I love to death. Family is important to me and hopefully you as well.
I have done a ton of work on myself since my divorce in 2020, and I am just seeing what is out there. I am looking to take it slow, get to know someone and see what happens. 100% single and not juggling a ton of convos. Not into hookup culture. Monogamist.
I have been told I am the Cadillac of cuddling. I run warm, so stealing my heat is fine.
I am a big person and this year my focus is physical health.
Age range 29-42 (Loose guidelines. I wouldn't feel comfortable under 27 to be honest.)
Pic is older but not much has changed other than a longer beard and longer hair, maybe a few white beard hairs.
https://imgur.com/a/scHdMMC
Please send a pic if you message. I like having a face to put to a conversation.
I am pretty well rooted to CT, so I am not looking to relocate really. Have a job, a car and a house lined up (once my brother finds a new one, I am buying his.)
Anywho, thanks for reading!

Me: Nerdy guy into: D&D, Pc gaming (sandbox survival mostly.) Just got an Occulus quest 2 for fitness and stress relief. Frogs (I have 3 dumpy tree frogs and 2 milk frogs) Pagany/spiritual stuff (runes, tarot, crystals etc). Fishing (recreational/for food). Podcasts (mbmbam mostly). Music- all kinds but my favorite band ever is They might be giants. Attempting to keep houseplants alive. Mostly pothos and snake plants. I'm Neurodivergent. Adhd and possibly on the spectrum. I'm a tad weird, but in a harmless way. Kinda awkward as well. Animals are important to me and I will always have pets.
You: Hopefully into some of that stuff. You must like or at least tolerate cats, frogs and snakes. Neurodivergent, because I don't think a neurological person could understand me.
Recently got 5 chickens as a 1st step towards more self sufficientcy.
I have 2 nephews I love to death. Family is important to me and hopefully you as well.
I have done a ton of work on myself since my divorce in 2020, and I am just seeing what is out there. I am looking to take it slow, get to know someone and see what happens. 100% single and not juggling a ton of convos. Not into hookup culture. Monogamist.
I have been told I am the Cadillac of cuddling. I run warm, so stealing my heat is fine.
I am a big person and this year my focus is physical health.
Age range 29-42 (Loose guidelines. I wouldn't feel comfortable under 27 to be honest.)
Pic is older but not much has changed other than a longer beard and longer hair, maybe a few white beard hairs.
https://imgur.com/a/scHdMMC
Please send a pic if you message. I like having a face to put to a conversation.
I am pretty well rooted to CT, so I am not looking to relocate really. Have a job, a car and a house lined up (once my brother finds a new one, I am buying his.)
Anywho, thanks for reading!

Company Name	Title	City
HelioHire	Sr. DevOps Engineer	New York
Tata Consultancy Services Limited	Analyst	Hempstead
Wells College	Campus Safety Officer	Auburn
Wells College	Campus Safety Officer	Aurora
Wells College	College Security Officer	Aurora
Dollar Tree Family Dollar	Store Support Manager	Barneveld
STG Logistics	Owner Operator Wanted - Home Nightly	Bronx
Epic Cardiovascular Staffing	Perfusionist	Elmira
STV Inc	Assistant Superintendent	Forest Hills
Global Partners	Sous Chef	Fort Edward
Global Partners	Guest Service Supervisor	Germantown
Konica Minolta Business Solutions	Senior Account Executive	Hempstead
Konica Minolta Business Solutions	Senior Account Executive - Government & Education Specialist	Latham
STV Inc	Superintendent	Long Island City
Konica Minolta Business Solutions	Sales Account Executive	Melville
Konica Minolta Business Solutions	Senior Account Executive	Melville
Konica Minolta Business Solutions	Sr. Account Executive	Melville
Konica Minolta Business Solutions	Field Support Engineer	Plattsburgh
Epic Travel Staffing	Travel Imaging Tech (Medical Imaging Technician) CT (Computed Tomography)	Riverhead
Travel Nurse Across America	Intensive Care Unit - ICU RN - TravelNurse	Rochester
Lowe's Companies, Inc.	Store Worker	Rosedale
Lowe's Companies, Inc.	Shop Hand	Rosedale
Competition Auto Group	Mercedes-Benz Technician--Top Technicians Needed All Apply	Saint James
Soapbox Strategists	Social Media Strategy Intern	Yonkers
Albany Medical Center	Clinical Nurse IV	Albany

Hey guys, here are some recent job openings , feel free to comment here if you have any questions, I'm at the community's disposal! If you encounter any problems with any of these job openings please let me know that I will modify the table accordingly. Thanks!

I'd like to have an open discussion and hear some of your thoughts on Nika not allowing or wanting her children to have anything good or decent. What could be reasons for this? Do you all think she is intentionally manipulating them psychologically?
Before they moved Nika cooked way better for the kids. It was still a hot mess but she put actual meals together most days. However, they lived in extreme filth and were made to all sleep on the floor of her tiny, dirty room. She purchased way more food and variety of food when they lived there. Fast forward to them now living in a nicer place, she is feeding them literal slop every day. From my account she's maybe prepared 5 meals since they've been there. She's not even frying chicken like she used to and as we can see she has meat to cook. It's as if she does not want them to have too much of something good or nice.
Now on to Dollar Tree, they go every day I have seen Nika make them put back things they chose and direct them to candy or snacks. Granted she's buying the snacks with EBT. BUT why don't at least the older kids go to the freezer section and get microwavable foods? Everything is @ least 1.25, a meal is the same price as a pack of gum. We saw Kiyah and Liyah so hungry the other day that they microwaved and ate a plain potato. The only possible reason these children are not getting food out of DT is because Nika does not allow it. Candy and chips are their only option. WHAT IS THE REASON FOR THIS?!
Nika will spend $13 dollars on a wings and things from Zaxbys for herself, eat it in front of the children, pick over it and complain its nasty. But will make 8 children split a medium pizza or a 40 pc nugget from McD's.
Who has children to make them suffer? How can you be jealous of your children or desire them to be jealous of you? Every thing with Nika is always mine, mine, mine and if they touch it she rants and rages that they are stealing. Wtf is this?
I'd really like to hear all thoughts and opinions on why someone would willfully deny children they claim to love and be so thankful for.

-Mycotic Thicket: Glowing mushroom biome. Everything glows. Vines hang down from the ceiling, there are flowers and mosses and plants everywhere, including the walls, and there are massive glowing mushroom trees and smaller, ghost white prototaxites. There is also a type of alien slime mold that sort of overtakes the cave, killing all the glowing stuff in the areas it infests. The stalks seem to absorb light, making flares much dimmer. Even more interesting is the fact that the mold seems to infest the rock itself, turning it from cyan to a pitch black. Strange plants and mushrooms grow out of the mold-infested terrain, almost like they are a part of the corruption.
The Thicket would basically be two biomes in one, since one part of the cave would be a really bright area filled with bioluminescent stuff, and the other part would be infested with a fungal superorganism that sprouts plant-like feelers, weird alien mushrooms, and slime mold stalks that absorb light. Light and dark collide in the Thicket to create a truly alien landscape. The code is already in place for something like this. That's how Rockpox works. The terrain generation basically makes two biomes in a single cave. I just think it would be cool if that code was repurposed to make a whole new biome.
-Caustic Mire: This was cut for a reason, that reason being GSG didn't really know what to do with this biome. They really wanted to make it, but what they came up with felt too similar to the other biomes.
I want to change that.
The Mire is filled to the brim with pools of acid-like goo that melts anything it comes into contact with. It is truly an inhospitable wasteland. Rocky spikes jut from the earth. Sheer cliffs surround valleys cluttered with goo pools. Overhangs harbor stalactites that, surprisingly, don't drip with water. Nay, they drip with acid. Geysers throw around the corrosive goop they harbor like its confetti. You get chemical burns, and you get chemical burns! EVERYONE GETS CHEMICAL BURNS!
The minute amount of vegetation in the Mire just so happens to be carnivorous. Vines will grab you and throw you into the gullet of their master, or, if the horrific owner of said thorny appendages is feeling mean today, it will just throw you into an acid lake!
Giant, toxic mushrooms dot the rocky landscape, letting loose poisonous spores that choke the air around them. Do not go near them, or you will take chip damage.
Jagged, brittle sheets of rock extrude from the ground floor. Hydrothermal vents let loose toxic fumes coming from the deepest and largest goo lakes. This is the biome that never was.

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Chapter Thirteen - Bridge Over Swift Water (Part II)
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The cottage beside the mill was not large, and its low ceilings were packed with all manner of cupboards, shelves, chairs and tables, pressed in against the walls in a maze of well-worn clutter. The result was a rather overcrowded space, and Ren was forced to take more care than usual so as not to bump into anything when they entered, but the hearth was broad, and the smell of cooking filled the air, so it did not take long to settle into a comfortable lull of pleasant talk around the table whilst they waited for their lunch. Ted's wife, a young, slender woman with dark, smiling eyes and shoulder-length fair hair, hurried about the fire busily, stirring and seasoning her pots with a methodical efficiency. A mug arrived for each of them (water for the boys, something stronger for Ted), and they talked for a time of small things, of the weather and the harvest, hoping for a mild winter, idle talk for idle minds. Even Trin seemed to have relaxed in the lazy firelight, though he was more quiet than usual. Ren thought of how scared he had been of the miller as a boy, remembering the fearsome man with his scarred neck and deep voice that had raked their dinner table at the farm with his dark eyes. It was a memory that fit the man beside him about as well as a child’s boot might fit its fathers. He started to feel a little guilty for avoiding him, whenever he visited the farm.
‘Heard you were heading to Overwood, last week.’
Ren blinked, looking up from the fire to find Ted watching him over his mug. He swallowed.
‘Took a cart to the market with grandfather.’
‘How is the old goat?’
Ren hesitated. ‘He’s… he’s well.’
Ted took a swig of his ale, not a little wistfully. ‘Used to live up there, you know. Overwood, I mean. After the soldiering, when the Black Breath took my Da. Coughed up his own lungs, ‘fore it got ‘im. Always was a scrapper. Not easy, losing someone like that.’
Ren swallowed, looking away, and the miller’s eyes softened.
‘Your Ma, too, boy, I know. Damn shame.’ he said apologetically, and Ren decided not to correct him. ‘Long time before I came out here, anyways.’
‘You fought in the war?’ Trin asked tentatively.
‘I fought in the rebellion, boy.’ Ted corrected him. ‘Was only one King, back then.’
Trin swallowed, looking at the floor.
‘But that was a long time ago now. Afore you were born, I reckon. Not a lot of work for soldiers in peacetime. Must have dug half the privies in Overwood before I earned the coin to up sticks.'
‘Earned?’ Werla snorted from beside the fire, cheeks dimpling. ‘Swindled, more like.’
Ren looked over at her. He had always thought her a little young for the old miller. He was well past forty, and with his weathered brow and ugly scar he was hardly an obvious match for a pretty young girl not long from twenty when they had wed a couple of summers back. He wondered, not for the first time, how they had fallen in together to begin with.
‘Now, don't be giving our guests the wrong idea.’ Ted told her, grinning, and the scar on his neck knotted. He turned back to the boys, holding up his hands earnestly. ‘An honest game of chance, I swear it. Northerner, he was, didn't know dice from a pebble.’
Ren and Trin both nodded sagely at his explanation, neither of them knowing one jot about dice, or gambling, or Northerners, for that matter. Werla swept to their rescue, appearing at the miller's shoulder and planting a kiss on his cheek.
‘Swindled.’ she said pointedly.
Ted smiled in spite of himself, shooing her away. She chuckled and turned back to the stew, humming softly to herself.
‘I hear there’s a lot of new folk in town.’ Ted said, turning back to the boys. ‘From up in the Stonelands.’
‘Enough to notice.’ Ren replied, thinking of the unpleasantness on the road. He frowned. ‘Unfriendly types.’
‘Been a while since I made it over that way. Couple of winters back, now.’ He frowned thoughtfully, then smiled in Werla’s direction. ‘A lot can change in two years, though.’
Werla looked up, flashing him a smile, then went back to her stew pot again, humming. The miller paused, scratching at his scar, then gave the boys a curious look. ‘So, then. What brings you out this far?’
Ren lowered his eyes, and Trin shifted uncomfortably beside him. Ted laughed, weathered face creasing into a smile.
‘Come now.’ he told them. ‘Can’t hardly turn you over to your grandfather from here, can I?’
Ren swallowed. ‘We were just out for a ride…’
‘Mister Derin told us never to cross the bridge.’ Trin finished for him, scowling. ‘He said it was too far from the farm. Not safe, he said. So of course that’s exactly where Ren has to go. We’ll be in for it when we get back!’
‘You didn't have to come, Trin.’ Ren told his friend patiently. He thought of his grandfather’s old map, carved with rivers and mountains and cities in dark ink. The Swiftwater wasn’t even big enough to merit a line, and the distance they’d travelled this morning wouldn’t be more than a nails-breadth.
‘Well you didn't tell me where we were going.’ Trin replied, fidgeting nervously. His fingers twisted around a stray tear in his shirt, tugging at it. ‘And besides... Hardly going to let you go running off on your own. Too risky. It's not safe this far from the farm, for you most of all, so they says.’
‘Who’s they?’ Ren asked, scowling.
‘Hector. Your grandfather. And Ma, too! Everyone!’
‘Your Ma doesn’t know everything, Trin.’
‘Still a damn sight more than you!’
‘Easy, boys.’ Ted was smiling, and his scarred neck twisted. ‘I wager the north side of the river is much the same as this one.’
Trin lowered his eyes, and his cheeks reddened. Ren thought of the shadows moving in the trees over the bridge, the way he had fallen when Ted had found him, and started to feel very foolish indeed. His thoughts had been dark, unpredictable, these past few days, since the trip to Overwood. He never had been a good sleeper, but his nights had been more restless than usual, too, his dreams a little thicker with shadows. Shadows with faces, and a hunchback with gold eyes to give them voice. Turning every doorway to the gloom of the fortuneteller’s tent, every flame the silver light of his brazier. He frowned at himself. Just rhymes and empty words. Best not to dwell on it.
‘Food's ready!’ Werla said suddenly from the fire, and a few moments later they had steaming bowls of fragrant brown stew sitting in front of them on the table. Ted carved up some slices of soft, pale bread for them to soak, and they set to eating it all in relative quiet for a time, content with good food and the soft warmth of the fire, and it was not long before all thoughts of the bridge, and the shadows beyond it, had gone entirely from Ren's mind. He found himself staring wearily into his cup, watching idly as the clear water rocked and rolled against the rim, listening to the rumble of the river outside.
‘Won’t turn to ale just by looking at it.’ Ted told him, and he looked up to find the miller looking at him curiously, taking another mouthful of bread. Trin was still quite engaged in his food, and Werla was sipping her mug contentedly, pale hair brushed back behind her ears.
‘What?’
‘Come, now, boy. What’s got you twisted?’ Ted asked, taking sip of his drink.
Ren hesitated. ‘I was thinking about the market.’ He said after a moment, looking up. It was true enough.
‘Ah. Town ain't what it used to be.’ Ted looked at him thoughtfully for a moment, then began rubbing his thumb around the rim of his mug, staring at it. His young wife watched him with a slight frown. ‘All these unsavoury types arriving. You hear the talk, even out here. City folk, some of them, and worse. Heard… there’s talk of Brothers abroad, up in the Westmere. Out in the open, again, like.’ He pressed harder against the mug, thumb turning white. Werla reached out and pulled his hand away, folding it in her own and meeting his eye. Ted frowned, squeezing her hand, and the ugly scar on his neck gleamed. Trin had stopped eating.
‘But the Westmere’s a long way from here, and I ain’t one to be complaining. Got a good roof over my head, and a good living. A good woman, too, and might have a son of my own by next winter, Makers willing.’ He grinned at Werla, putting a hand to her belly, and she smiled, pulling it to her mouth and kissing it softly. ‘Reckon I’m a lucky man.’
Ren smiled at them both, lowering his eyes.
‘Say hello to your folks, for me, boy. Tell your old man I better see his arse over here before the snows.’
Some words of thanks, warm, earnest ones, and one or two more for goodbye, then they were homeward bound again, ponies snorting in the afternoon sun, promises of a return visit ringing in their ears. Ren was left with the distinct feeling that he had misjudged the old miller, scar and all. But it wasn’t long before his thoughts turned towards the rumours he had imparted from the Westmere, his white knuckles pressed against his mug. To Hector’s words in the shadow of the farm hill. To the ugly fortuneteller and his tent of oddities and silver fire. Words whispered in the dark. He’d not mentioned the encounter in the tent to anyone. Not even his grandfather. In truth, he’d been doing his best not to think about it at all, without much success. He frowned, hunching over his saddle.
A mask on fire.
Neither of them spoke for a long while. Trin, for his part, was busy trying to subtly feed Pol the stash of small treats he had smuggled away from the cottage, glancing over at Ren occasionally to make sure he hadn’t noticed. He had, of course, but there was little use in pointing it out.
‘Trin.’ Ren said once they had crested the hill, looking back towards the river-bound cottage in the distance. Trin started and stuck his hand quickly back into his pocket, hiding a scrap of bread.
‘What?'’
‘You heard what Ted said?’ Ren asked. ‘About Brothers?’
Trin frowned. ‘Suppose so.’
Ren was still looking back the way they had come. 'What do you make of it?'
‘Reckon he’s right.’ Trin shrugged. ‘Westmere’s a long way away.’
He hesitated, frowning.
‘But Hector’s been saying it for years. Overwood’s not what it used to be. Strange folk coming and going by night. No safe place for good folk that side of the Swiftwater. Brothers or no.’
‘Grandad says there haven’t been Black Hand this far south in years.’ Ren murmured, still looking back towards the river. ‘Not since we were born, at least.’
‘Wouldn’t pay it any mind. Plenty to worry about without them.’ Trin told him, giving him a serious look. ‘You’ve been acting up more, these past few weeks. Ever since the old man came calling.’
‘Have I?’ Ren scowled, shooting his friend a sideways glance.
‘You know what I think about him.’ Trin told him seriously. ‘Can’t be trusted, that one. And you can’t be taking so many risks. Not with your… Well, you know.’
‘Your ma tell you that, too?’
‘Don’t make it wrong.’ Trin grumbled, turning away in his saddle and trotting off south over the crest of the hill. Ren waited a moment longer, frowning to himself, then followed him reluctantly. The sound of the river was long gone behind him, but he caught one final glimpse the gleaming water before he shook the reins and disappeared finally over the brow of the hill, bound for home.

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Chapter Thirteen - Bridge Over Swift Water (Part II)
The cottage beside the mill was not large, and its low ceilings were packed with all manner of cupboards, shelves, chairs and tables, pressed in against the walls in a maze of well-worn clutter. The result was a rather overcrowded space, and Ren was forced to take more care than usual so as not to bump into anything when they entered, but the hearth was broad, and the smell of cooking filled the air, so it did not take long to settle into a comfortable lull of pleasant talk around the ta-ble whilst they waited for their lunch. Ted's wife, a young, slender woman with dark, smiling eyes and shoulder-length fair hair, hurried about the fire busily, stirring and seasoning her pots with a methodical efficiency. A mug arrived for each of them (water for the boys, some-thing stronger for Ted), and they talked for a time of small things, of the weather and the harvest, hoping for a mild winter, idle talk for idle minds. Even Trin seemed to have relaxed in the lazy firelight, though he was more quiet than usual. Ren thought of how scared he had been of the miller as a boy, remembering the fearsome man with his scarred neck and deep voice that had raked their dinner table at the farm with his dark eyes. It was a memory that fit the man beside him about as well as a child’s boot might fit its fathers. He started to feel a little guilty for avoiding him, whenever he visited the farm.
‘Heard you were heading to Overwood, last week.’
Ren blinked, looking up from the fire to find Ted watching him over his mug. He swallowed.
‘Took a cart to the market with grandfather.’
‘How is the old goat?’
Ren hesitated. ‘He’s… he’s well.’
Ted took a swig of his ale, not a little wistfully. ‘Used to live up there, you know. Overwood, I mean. After the soldiering, when the Black Breath took my Da. Coughed up his own lungs, ‘fore it got ‘im. Always was a scrapper. Not easy, losing someone like that.’
Ren swallowed, looking away, and the miller’s eyes softened.
‘Your Ma, too, boy, I know. Damn shame.’ he said apologetically, and Ren decided not to correct him. ‘Long time before I came out here, anyways.’
‘You fought in the war?’ Trin asked tentatively.
‘I fought in the rebellion, boy.’ Ted corrected him. ‘Was only one King, back then.’
Trin swallowed, looking at the floor.
‘But that was a long time ago now. Afore you were born, I reckon. Not a lot of work for soldiers in peacetime. Must have dug half the privies in Overwood before I earned the coin to up sticks.'
‘Earned?’ Werla snorted from beside the fire, cheeks dimpling. ‘Swindled, more like.’
Ren looked over at her. He had always thought her a little young for the old miller. He was well past forty, and with his weathered brow and ugly scar he was hardly an obvious match for a pretty young girl not long from twenty when they had wed a couple of summers back. He wondered, not for the first time, how they had fallen in together to begin with.
‘Now, don't be giving our guests the wrong idea.’ Ted told her, grin-ning, and the scar on his neck knotted. He turned back to the boys, holding up his hands earnestly. ‘An honest game of chance, I swear it. Northerner, he was, didn't know dice from a pebble.’
Ren and Trin both nodded sagely at his explanation, neither of them knowing one jot about dice, or gambling, or Northerners, for that mat-ter. Werla swept to their rescue, appearing at the miller's shoulder and planting a kiss on his cheek.
‘Swindled.’ she said pointedly.
Ted smiled in spite of himself, shooing her away. She chuckled and turned back to the stew, humming softly to herself.
‘I hear there’s a lot of new folk in town.’ Ted said, turning back to the boys. ‘From up in the Stonelands.’
‘Enough to notice.’ Ren replied, thinking of the unpleasantness on the road. He frowned. ‘Unfriendly types.’
‘Been a while since I made it over that way. Couple of winters back, now.’ He frowned thoughtfully, then smiled in Werla’s direction. ‘A lot can change in two years, though.’
Werla looked up, flashing him a smile, then went back to her stew pot again, humming. The miller paused, scratching at his scar, then gave the boys a curious look. ‘So, then. What brings you out this far?’
Ren lowered his eyes, and Trin shifted uncomfortably beside him. Ted laughed, weathered face creasing into a smile.
‘Come now.’ he told them. ‘Can’t hardly turn you over to your grandfather from here, can I?’
Ren swallowed. ‘We were just out for a ride…’
‘Mister Derin told us never to cross the bridge.’ Trin finished for him, scowling. ‘He said it was too far from the farm. Not safe, he said. So of course that’s exactly where Ren has to go. We’ll be in for it when we get back!’
‘You didn't have to come, Trin.’ Ren told his friend patiently. He thought of his grandfather’s old map, carved with rivers and mountains and cities in dark ink. The Swiftwater wasn’t even big enough to merit a line, and the distance they’d travelled this morning wouldn’t be more than a nails-breadth.
‘Well you didn't tell me where we were going.’ Trin replied, fidget-ing nervously. His fingers twisted around a stray tear in his shirt, tug-ging at it. ‘And besides... Hardly going to let you go running off on your own. Too risky. It's not safe this far from the farm, for you most of all, so they says.’
‘Who’s they?’ Ren asked, scowling.
‘Hector. Your grandfather. And Ma, too! Everyone!’
‘Your Ma doesn’t know everything, Trin.’
‘Still a damn sight more than you!’
‘Easy, boys.’ Ted was smiling, and his scarred neck twisted. ‘I wa-ger the north side of the river is much the same as this one.’
Trin lowered his eyes, and his cheeks reddened. Ren thought of the shadows moving in the trees over the bridge, the way he had fallen when Ted had found him, and started to feel very foolish indeed. His thoughts had been dark, unpredictable, these past few days, since the trip to Overwood. He never had been a good sleeper, but his nights had been more restless than usual, too, his dreams a little thicker with shad-ows. Shadows with faces, and a hunchback with gold eyes to give them voice. Turning every doorway to the gloom of the fortuneteller’s tent, every flame the silver light of his brazier. He frowned at himself. Just rhymes and empty words. Best not to dwell on it.
‘Food's ready!’ Werla said suddenly from the fire, and a few mo-ments later they had steaming bowls of fragrant brown stew sitting in front of them on the table. Ted carved up some slices of soft, pale bread for them to soak, and they set to eating it all in relative quiet for a time, content with good food and the soft warmth of the fire, and it was not long before all thoughts of the bridge, and the shadows beyond it, had gone entirely from Ren's mind. He found himself staring wearily into his cup, watching idly as the clear water rocked and rolled against the rim, listening to the rumble of the river outside.
‘Won’t turn to ale just by looking at it.’ Ted told him, and he looked up to find the miller looking at him curiously, taking another mouthful of bread. Trin was still quite engaged in his food, and Werla was sip-ping her mug contentedly, pale hair brushed back behind her ears.
‘What?’
‘Come, now, boy. What’s got you twisted?’ Ted asked, taking sip of his drink.
Ren hesitated. ‘I was thinking about the market.’ He said after a moment, looking up. It was true enough.
‘Ah. Town ain't what it used to be.’ Ted looked at him thoughtfully for a moment, then began rubbing his thumb around the rim of his mug, staring at it. His young wife watched him with a slight frown. ‘All these unsavoury types arriving. You hear the talk, even out here. City folk, some of them, and worse. Heard… there’s talk of Brothers abroad, up in the Westmere. Out in the open, again, like.’ He pressed harder against the mug, thumb turning white. Werla reached out and pulled his hand away, folding it in her own and meeting his eye. Ted frowned, squeezing her hand, and the ugly scar on his neck gleamed. Trin had stopped eating.
‘But the Westmere’s a long way from here, and I ain’t one to be complaining. Got a good roof over my head, and a good living. A good woman, too, and might have a son of my own by next winter, Makers willing.’ He grinned at Werla, putting a hand to her belly, and she smiled, pulling it to her mouth and kissing it softly. ‘Reckon I’m a lucky man.’
Ren smiled at them both, lowering his eyes.
‘Say hello to your folks, for me, boy. Tell your old man I better see his arse over here before the snows.’
Some words of thanks, warm, earnest ones, and one or two more for goodbye, then they were homeward bound again, ponies snorting in the afternoon sun, promises of a return visit ringing in their ears. Ren was left with the distinct feeling that he had misjudged the old miller, scar and all. But it wasn’t long before his thoughts turned towards the ru-mours he had imparted from the Westmere, his white knuckles pressed against his mug. To Hector’s words in the shadow of the farm hill. To the ugly fortuneteller and his tent of oddities and silver fire. Words whispered in the dark. He’d not mentioned the encounter in the tent to anyone. Not even his grandfather. In truth, he’d been doing his best not to think about it at all, without much success. He frowned, hunching over his saddle.
A mask on fire.
Neither of them spoke for a long while. Trin, for his part, was busy trying to subtly feed Pol the stash of small treats he had smuggled away from the cottage, glancing over at Ren occasionally to make sure he hadn’t noticed. He had, of course, but there was little use in pointing it out.
‘Trin.’ Ren said once they had crested the hill, looking back towards the river-bound cottage in the distance. Trin started and stuck his hand quickly back into his pocket, hiding a scrap of bread.
‘What?'’
‘You heard what Ted said?’ Ren asked. ‘About Brothers?’
Trin frowned. ‘Suppose so.’
Ren was still looking back the way they had come. 'What do you make of it?'
‘Reckon he’s right.’ Trin shrugged. ‘Westmere’s a long way away.’
He hesitated, frowning.
‘But Hector’s been saying it for years. Overwood’s not what it used to be. Strange folk coming and going by night. No safe place for good folk that side of the Swiftwater. Brothers or no.’
‘Grandad says there haven’t been Black Hand this far south in years.’ Ren murmured, still looking back towards the river. ‘Not since we were born, at least.’
‘Wouldn’t pay it any mind. Plenty to worry about without them.’ Trin told him, giving him a serious look. ‘You’ve been acting up more, these past few weeks. Ever since the old man came calling.’
‘Have I?’ Ren scowled, shooting his friend a sideways glance.
‘You know what I think about him.’ Trin told him seriously. ‘Can’t be trusted, that one. And you can’t be taking so many risks. Not with your… Well, you know.’
‘Your ma tell you that, too?’
‘Don’t make it wrong.’ Trin grumbled, turning away in his saddle and trotting off south over the crest of the hill. Ren waited a moment longer, frowning to himself, then followed him reluctantly. The sound of the river was long gone behind him, but he caught one final glimpse the gleaming water before he shook the reins and disappeared finally over the brow of the hill, bound for home.

Deer Hunting does not need to be expensive. This great hobby can be kept very economical and cost friendly. Do we all think and do that? Hell NO lmao But It really can.
Whether you want use a blind, tree stand, or the newer style tactic that I use and love, The tree saddle You do not need to go out and buy high dollar equipment to get started.
I get it, “You get what you Pay for” but like any hobby, upgrade your equipment over time and you will build a system of equipment that fits you. Using that equipment will eventually become automatic or like muscle memory.
Here are some great products I found right on amazon that will work just fine and, will get anyone started in deer hunting.
Tree Stand
https://amzn.to/43QNWFK
Ladder Stand
https://amzn.to/3Nj645
Climbing Stand
https://amzn.to/45N1h3
Climbing Sticks
https://amzn.to/3N16dJs
Ground Blind
I used this blind several Times and Have Harvested many deer out of this
https://amzn.to/42uH8ws
Beginner Tree saddle Kit ( this is in my opinion a Beginners kit)
https://amzn.to/3MWZWyI
Tree Stand Harness I used this until I got My first tree saddle back in 2007
https://amzn.to/42MfQlr
headlamp that I use and works great Hands free is always a plus when climbing or descending any tree or ladder stand
Blood tracking headlamp which is also good when hands free and It is Rechargeable
https://amzn.to/43wG0tl
Weapons are a bit of a personal choice and I really can’t nor probably would never be allowed to post anything weapon related on most platforms
Anyone interested in some great working peoples blue collar tee shirts, Hats, Hoodies, or Bumper Stickers, hit the link below and check out Armed American Supply for deals they have going on
Thanks again and here is the link
https://armedamerican.supply/buckpsych

Deer Hunting does not need to be expensive. This great hobby can be kept very economical and cost friendly. Do we all think and do that? Hell NO lmao But It really can.
Whether you want use a blind, tree stand, or the newer style tactic that I use and love, The tree saddle You do not need to go out and buy high dollar equipment to get started.
I get it, “You get what you Pay for” but like any hobby, upgrade your equipment over time and you will build a system of equipment that fits you. Using that equipment will eventually become automatic or like muscle memory.
Here are some great products I found right on amazon that will work just fine and, will get anyone started in deer hunting.
Tree Stand
https://amzn.to/43QNWFK
Ladder Stand
https://amzn.to/3Nj645
Climbing Stand
https://amzn.to/45N1h3
Climbing Sticks
https://amzn.to/3N16dJs
Ground Blind
I used this blind several Times and Have Harvested many deer out of this
https://amzn.to/42uH8ws
Beginner Tree saddle Kit ( this is in my opinion a Beginners kit)
https://amzn.to/3MWZWyI
Tree Stand Harness I used this until I got My first tree saddle back in 2007
https://amzn.to/42MfQlr
headlamp that I use and works great Hands free is always a plus when climbing or descending any tree or ladder stand
Blood tracking headlamp which is also good when hands free and It is Rechargeable
https://amzn.to/43wG0tl
Weapons are a bit of a personal choice and I really can’t nor probably would never be allowed to post anything weapon related on most platforms
Anyone interested in some great working peoples blue collar tee shirts, Hats, Hoodies, or Bumper Stickers, hit the link below and check out Armed American Supply for deals they have going on
Thanks again and here is the link
https://armedamerican.supply/buckpsych

Deer Hunting does not need to be expensive. This great hobby can be kept very economical and cost friendly. Do we all think and do that? Hell NO lmao But It really can.
Whether you want use a blind, tree stand, or the newer style tactic that I use and love, The tree saddle You do not need to go out and buy high dollar equipment to get started.
I get it, “You get what you Pay for” but like any hobby, upgrade your equipment over time and you will build a system of equipment that fits you. Using that equipment will eventually become automatic or like muscle memory.
Here are some great products I found right on amazon that will work just fine and, will get anyone started in deer hunting.
Tree Stand
https://amzn.to/43QNWFK
Ladder Stand
https://amzn.to/3Nj645
Climbing Stand
https://amzn.to/45N1h3
Climbing Sticks
https://amzn.to/3N16dJs
Ground Blind
I used this blind several Times and Have Harvested many deer out of this
https://amzn.to/42uH8ws
Beginner Tree saddle Kit ( this is in my opinion a Beginners kit)
https://amzn.to/3MWZWyI
Tree Stand Harness I used this until I got My first tree saddle back in 2007
https://amzn.to/42MfQlr
headlamp that I use and works great Hands free is always a plus when climbing or descending any tree or ladder stand
Blood tracking headlamp which is also good when hands free and It is Rechargeable
https://amzn.to/43wG0tl
Weapons are a bit of a personal choice and I really can’t nor probably would never be allowed to post anything weapon related on most platforms
Anyone interested in some great working peoples blue collar tee shirts, Hats, Hoodies, or Bumper Stickers, hit the link below and check out Armed American Supply for deals they have going on
Thanks again and here is the link
https://armedamerican.supply/buckpsych

Deer Hunting does not need to be expensive. This great hobby can be kept very economical and cost friendly. Do we all think and do that? Hell NO lmao But It really can.
Whether you want use a blind, tree stand, or the newer style tactic that I use and love, The tree saddle You do not need to go out and buy high dollar equipment to get started.
I get it, “You get what you Pay for” but like any hobby, upgrade your equipment over time and you will build a system of equipment that fits you. Using that equipment will eventually become automatic or like muscle memory.
Here are some great products I found right on amazon that will work just fine and, will get anyone started in deer hunting.
Tree Stand
https://amzn.to/43QNWFK
Ladder Stand
https://amzn.to/3Nj645
Climbing Stand
https://amzn.to/45N1h3
Climbing Sticks
https://amzn.to/3N16dJs
Ground Blind
I used this blind several Times and Have Harvested many deer out of this
https://amzn.to/42uH8ws
Beginner Tree saddle Kit ( this is in my opinion a Beginners kit)
https://amzn.to/3MWZWyI
Tree Stand Harness I used this until I got My first tree saddle back in 2007
https://amzn.to/42MfQlr
headlamp that I use and works great Hands free is always a plus when climbing or descending any tree or ladder stand
Blood tracking headlamp which is also good when hands free and It is Rechargeable
https://amzn.to/43wG0tl
Weapons are a bit of a personal choice and I really can’t nor probably would never be allowed to post anything weapon related on most platforms
Anyone interested in some great working peoples blue collar tee shirts, Hats, Hoodies, or Bumper Stickers, hit the link below and check out Armed American Supply for deals they have going on
Thanks again and here is the link
https://armedamerican.supply/buckpsych

FRIDAY

• Friday Night on White, White St., Wake Forest
• Two Durhams Beer Festival, Durham Central Park, Durham
• Subtronics, Red Hat Amphitheater, Raleigh
• Summerfest: Never Break the Chain: The Music of Fleetwood Mac, Koka Booth Amphitheatre, Cary
• SPECIAL EVENT: PETE DAVIDSON WORKING OUT NEW MATERIAL WITH FRIENDS, Goodnights Comedy Club, Raleigh
• The Monti: Freak, Carolina Theatre, Durham
• Cary's History of Hooch Tours, Downtown, Cary
• Shane Gillis, DPAC, Durham
• So Far Sounds, Secret Location, Cary
• Advance Auto Parts 160, Wake County Speedway, Raleigh
• Rennie Harris Puremovement American Street Dance Theater, Page Auditorium, Durham
• Elodie Farm Dinner, Elodie Farms, Durham
• Andrew Schulz, Raleigh Improv, Cary
• ONE OCEAN FILM TOUR, The Cary Theater, Cary
• Green Jelly, Lincoln Theatre, Raleigh
• NCAA Division II Baseball Championship, USA Baseball National Training Complex, Cary
• Bluegrass and Brews, Nickelpoint Brewing Co., Raleigh
• Friday Family Flicks - Strange World, Garner Recreation Center, Garner
• Tour: Unsettled Things: Art from an African American South, Ackland Art Museum, Chapel Hill
• Angela Bingham w/Jim Ketch Quintet, Sharp Nine Gallery, Durham
• Retro Film Series - The African Queen & Key Largo, Carolina Theatre, Durham
• Triangle Restaurant Week, Various Locations, Triangle
• Pen Collectors of America: Triangle Pen Show 2023, DoubleTree by Hilton (RDU), Durham
• Carolina Tiger Twilight Tour, Carolina Tiger Rescue, Pittsboro

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SATURDAY

• Town of Cary's Pimento Cheese Festival, Downtown Park, Cary
• Summerfest: All Beethoven, Koka Booth Amphitheatre, Cary
• SPECIAL EVENT: PETE DAVIDSON WORKING OUT NEW MATERIAL WITH FRIENDS, Goodnights Comedy Club, Raleigh
• Nuv Yug India Fest, Jim Graham Building at North Carolina State Fairgrounds, Raleigh
• Geek and Grub Market (Pride Edition), Mordecai Historic Park, Raleigh
• Triangle Restaurant Week, Various Locations, Triangle
• THE BLOCK PARTY “Downtown Raleigh”, The Bridge & The Architect, Raleigh
• 2023 Annual Apex Pride Festival, Town Hall Campus, Apex
• Al Strong: Jazz Is My Religion, North Carolina Museum of History, Raleigh
• NCAA Division II Baseball Championship, USA Baseball National Training Complex, Cary
• Andrew Schulz, Raleigh Improv, Cary
• Brookside Bodega Summer Festival, Brookside Bodega, Raleigh
• Durham Art Parade, The Scrap Exchange, Durham
• 6th Annual Triangle Community Band Festival, Durham Central Park, Durham
• Orchard Park Jazz Picnic, Orchard Park, Durham
• Rock the Park Concert — Rockie Lynn (Americana/Country), Forest Hills Park, Durham
• Bull Durham Screening Series, Durty Bull, Durham
• Best of the Triangle, Lincoln Theatre, Raleigh
• Caifanes, The Ritz, Raleigh
• Metal Show: An Offering to Bragi, Moon Dog Meadery, Durham
• Summer Fun Day (Wake Forest), Fortnight Brewing, Wake Forest
• BODYTRAFFIC, Reynolds Industries Theater, Durham
• Single Barrel Experience, Mystic Farm and Distillery, Durham
• Frankie Alexander Quartet, Sharp Nine Gallery, Durham
• Children’s Matinee: Rennie Harris Puremovement American Street Dance Theater, Page Auditorium, Durham
• Alley Twenty Six’s Islands in the Alley, Alley Twenty Six, Durham
• DIY & Drag Fundraiser, Nailed It DIY Studio, Durham
• Burlesque: The Rainbow Connection – Boom Boom’s Big Gay B-day Review, The Pinhook, Durham
• Pride, Hi-Wire Brewing, Durham
• Drag Trivia, The Avenue, Raleigh
• Shallow Cuts: Mad Mix Beyond Thunderpop!, Rubies on Five Points, Durham
• Taste of Music Festival, Friendship Chapel Rd., Wake Forest
• Lower Eno River Discovery Paddle, Eno River, Durham
• Friends of Geer Cemetery: Restoration Awareness Ceremony, Geer Cemetery, Durham
• American Tobacco Trail - Great Trail Day, American Tobacco Trail, Durham
• Learn to Ride a Bike, Lake Lynn Park and Community Center, Raleigh
• WILD (Movie Showing), The Cary Theater, Cary

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SUNDAY

• Durham Central Park Food Truck Rodeo, Durham Central Park, Durham
• Duke University's Ciompi Quartet, NCMA, Raleigh
• Ricardo Arjona, PNC Arena, Raleigh
• SPECIAL EVENT: PETE DAVIDSON WORKING OUT NEW MATERIAL WITH FRIENDS, Goodnights Comedy Club, Raleigh
• Triangle Restaurant Week, Various Locations, Triangle
• Al Strong Presents Jazz Brunch, Alley Twenty Six, Durham
• Kym Register + Meltdown Rodeo / Tami Hart / Dunums, The Pinhook, Durham
• Show Me Snakes Reptile & Exotics Show, Durham Armory, Durham

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Many homeowners are about to try to sell out VERY SOON.
The pressure to get out before the ship sinks is very REAL.
We are in the morning session of the second day of a 5 day test.
Remember these full cycles take years to play out.
People now finally realise that INTEREST RATES WONT BE CUT ANYTIME SOON.
Rates will be much higher for much longer.
People know they just can’t hold on any more.
With mass job cuts and recession incoming, things are only going to get MUCH WORSE.
AI is also taking jobs at an unprecedented rate. I previously hired 3 freelancers to do 3 seperate jobs that I can now do better, by myself using chat GPT, Midjourney and other tools.
Maybe those who sell soon will come out relatively unscathed and can start again debt free.
There is no shame in that.
Many are realising that they seriously over leveraged and it is time to drop their ego and sell up.
They have sold their JetSki’s, boats and cars, but it is not enough. The hospitality /retail workers who used mum and dad as guarantors for 1.5million dollar loans are more common than many think.
Mum and dad are pressuring them to sell, so they don’t go down with the sinking ship too.
A hive mind is spreading through homeowners nationwide “Quick let’s sell while those sheeples dialled into mainstream media still think property is booming and are buying in on FOMO”
Smart?
This mass feaanxiety mindset is spreading fast.
Smart investors are getting out NOW.
They know the normal spring selling season will add an abundance of supply in itself to start the snowball to roll down the hill. This could turn into an avalanche as the recession takes hold.
People about to face the mortgage cliff know they MUST GET OUT NOW, before they go down with the sinking ship too.
Migrants won’t be saving the market. Many are heading back home and telling their loved ones not to come over due to the cost of living. Inflation remains rampant and will for years to come.
The rental issue is isolated to the big cities and won’t save the broader market. Here on the coast there is an abundance of rentals. No rental shortage here. House prices have been flat for months. No spike here.
Time for prices to resume their downward trajectory…..
How low will they go?

Any advice is appreciated.
I've been reading through the posts on this sub for the last few days trying to figure out what I want to do. I met a great guy at work, we went for drinks, during which he let me know he is married. I appreciated the honesty and the ability to decide if I want to get involved in this situation or not but I feel so conflicted.
I'm not sure I want a serious relationship and made the date with him thinking it would be something casual. Until we actually spent time together. Now that we have and we clicked so well I feel like I might want something more than just casual with him. He made it clear he'd like to see me again and that casual isn't really his thing.
He says both he and his wife have been unfaithful in their 25+ years together. That his last affair was in 2016. And that things are rocky at best between his wife and himself now.
I guess what I ask of anyone reading this is, are you happy with your arrangement? Is there something you wish you knew before going into it? Am I an awful person for not running for the hills as soon as I found out?

Greetings everyone! I am new to the game and still try to understand some parts. I do see guides here and there but all guides are "old".. I mean they are all from previous versions of the game, like 0.7.x and since this game is still in development I guess that lot of things/mechanics/etc are changing over the new versions.
With that said, I do have some questions if you dont mind answer (and thanks in advance for this!)

1. Does small map is "easier"? Since map most probably is going to have all possible resources, isnt a small map more "dense" on resources? and people need to travel less?
2. I know buildings dont need roads but does roads offer more "speed" to people? and if there is a road connecting a distant building, do people travel by road? Or they will chose the shortest path? Sometimes I need to place some mines on a mountain but the road I am able to construct is not the shortest one. Most of the time the road goes "around". So my question is, is it beneficial to add that road? Or I may shoot my own foot, because people will take longer to go there by road, while there is a shorter path?
3. If an important resource you need is quite far from main settlement, like clay, sand, coal, etc , do you build a small settlement there to support it? or the tier 2 temporary house is enough?
4. I didnt understand how the "Work camp" is supposed to work. Whats the difference between this and actual mark trees and stones on map for harvest? Since it also covers less area..
5. do you build many forager sacks to get every possible resource? Which one is more important? I am usually low on herbs and roots...
6. A Saw pit with 4 workers produce the same with 2 Saw pits with 2 workers each?
7. Any up to date guide for farming/corps? I tried some guides and have added only maintenance for first year but the filed was still with lots of weed and rockiness ... Also since farms need lot of workforce do you delay it until later when enough people available and have other productions running? Some suggest that you need to start field ASAP..
8. As for production chains, how it works? If I built my Pottery building next to clay pit, will the workers take clay directly to the pottery? Or they will move it to storehouse first?
9. Whats the minimum water % you think is acceptable for Water well? I ve seen some nice layouts for houses and they have wells placed in them, I wanna know if I can follow them and on what % percent of water!

Thats for now, I am sure more questions will come in future :P