Big man say market open wider. But little man worry, people no buy much.

Big Cave-City by Cold-Wind River – Today, Big Bosses of the Winter Market-Fire make big talk. They say 1000 more grunters can now come inside market-place! This news hit like falling rock on Many-Sun day. But many fur-sellers and food-makers still thump chest in worry. They grunt, say 1000 more not enough to make sales roar again. Too many suns, too few shiny rocks for their wares. "My furs sit like dead mammoth," groan Og, a tired fur-trader. "Me need whole tribe to buy, not just small hunting party!" They fear market still too quiet, too much empty air where warm bodies should be. Grog, a big hunter with a sharp spear: "Me walk around, not many warm bodies. Many gaps! Need more grunters, yes!" Luna, a quick berry picker with bright eyes: "Market feel empty. Me want good gossip and crowd-push, but no big rumble!" Chief K’tharr, Head of Big Market-Fire Council: "We try! We push! 1000 more grunters good start. We make more room. We want all tribe-folk to come!" Story by Zog from Caveman Talk Fire, on the scene.