Avast ye! Fear not, matey! The Manor Lords dev be toilin’ away on the city builder—no treasure, just sweat!
2024-10-25
Arrr, matey! The Manor Lords' treasure chest o' markets be takin' longer than a three-legged sea turtle, fer the scallywags keep hollerin' that it be worse than a barnacle on the hull! Blimey, I reckon we best swab the deck and fix it quick!
Ahoy there, me hearties! Gather 'round and lend yer ear to this tale of the Manor Lords’ market, which be takin’ longer than a sea voyage through a mighty storm! Aye, it seems the fine folks behind the curtain be workin’ their fingers to the bone, tryin’ to appease the raucous crew of players who be shoutin’ from the crow’s nest that the market’s in dire straits, lookin’ worse than a barnacle-covered hull!