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>The civilisation gets +0.05 Technology.
>The civilisation gets +5 Prosperity and Productivity.
The chiefdom is divided. Different traders have different tribes that they prefer to visit and have developed a pleasant working relationship with. However, the most frequently visited of these clans is the Bladrek. Those who visit their territory return with baskets full of shell money and many coils of fine rope, given in exchange for beeswax, tar and cultural artefacts. One village leader even had six figurines wrought from silver, each representing one of the Bladrek wind gods. These idols were given as a gift to the wing-stitchers, earning their favour.
In exchange, some of the tribe's shipwrights share their knowledge with the most trusted Croglatovic merchants and envoys. Not the secret of the sail, not yet, but they are shown how the Bladrek construct their larger boats by tying rough hewn planks together with rope and caulking the space between them with reeds. A few boats are constructed according to this style and they're easily the largest that the chiefdom has ever produced, big enough to carry almost a dozen people, though they still lack those coveted sails.
Twenty-five years pass.
Like the Rodac traditionalists who puppeteer him, Gapil isn't particularly pleased by this focus on mercantilism. He yearns for the days of old, back when the stone men conquered and enslaved virtually all of their neighbours. He vents this aggression in the fighting pits until 37, when he is crippled during a match against one of the Sharovic sworn to guard him. He spends the rest of his days infirm and in pain and just four years later, he passes away and is succeeded by his son, Shatrul.
The new chieftain is favoured by the southeastern Sitrunic, industrious cultists of Rodac descent who typically spend their days refining copper ore and forging tools out of it, which are then sold throughout the Croglatol. Most of their sustenance comes from crops grown on the southern shore, as well as meat and milk from goats herded on the foothills by more old-fashioned stone men.
This goat milk – or rather, what it becomes – is the subject of a little controversy.
Rather than use clay bowls or pots to contain this milk, the herders often use bladders made of goat guts. For whatever reason, after some time spent inside of these sacs, the milk begins to curdle and once the whey has been pressed out, all that is left are the curds. From this, a rudimentary soft cheese is produced that has become a popular foodstuff among the southeastern Sitrunic, so much so that they often bring goats to feasts, so that they may introduce the rest of the chiefdom to the wonder of cheese.
Shatrul is especially fond of eating curds and honey together, while Adradan harbours nothing but distaste for the stinking stuff. Their clashing opinions regarding cheese have left the council of lesser leaders with no choice but to mediate this dispute between the two rulers.
