Editing Stranded in fantasy (section)

==Journal Entry 343==

We made Manden and their airship was hogging up their only air dock, so we had to use our landing struts.  Well, what a surprise, our landing struts were stuck.  A few of us had to rope down out of the ship and unfreeze them so they could lower properly.  The good news is that the snow stopped finally, but it's still cold.  We're spending the night at the Inn and leaving in the morning.  I checked around the market for any deals on dwarven made goods and picked up a new short sword for a pretty good deal.  So a few things about those memories I tore out of the priest have been bothering me.  Clearly, they're keeping hold on technology and keeping it to themselves but why?  They're isolationists.  Or is that the reason why, to keep the rest of the world from bothering them?  How long has that city been out there, was it from the last group of Terrans or ones before that?  While I was in the market, I checked around for anything on the city across the desert.  Well, apparently every now and then, someone in the merchant guild gets it in his head that he'll make a fortune starting a trade route out there only to find out that they don't want any of their produced goods and ends up losing most of his fortune.  It's become kind of a merchant guild morality story for your reach exceeding your grasp and knowing your customer base.