The Watermill

There was one old watermill just west of Bree-hill, on the banks of Bitter Creek. Everyone brought their grain there, since they admitted, however grudgingly, that the miller did a fine job. The mill was not particularly large, but ample for the needs of Bree-land. Its huge stones were cut by the finest craftsmen in Fornost. The grain was ground by the cutting action of the millstones, and the miller adjusted their speed to the density of the grain. Millers were rarely popular in the districts they served. Many locals feel that the miller was taking bread out of their mouths, since he took payment in flour. Worse, he grews prosperous on other folk's sweat and labor.Bree-landers really had no cause for complaint with their miller who was as honest and as cheerful as they come—he wouldn't even have thought of cheating a customer. But the farmers, being otherwise selfsufficient, found it galling to go to another source to grind the grain that they grew.