Rotterdam Forest Spider (Morning)

- Untold riches! Something like ten tons of gold. Central Salinkari, Pigmy Valley. They pay in gold for every chestnut. The primitive pigmies don't have scales, so they pay not by weight, but by size. A large, juicy chestnut the size of a fist is equal to a hefty gold nugget the size of a fist. An orc's fist, I'd say. And you are cutting down the last tree on the archipelago. I spent my whole life in poverty because they never took me on voyages. They said, "a long-eared creature on a ship brings bad luck." Otherwise, I would have become rich long ago. Although, everyone has their own path. You probably really love your job and wouldn't trade it for wealth and fame. One day, you'll wake up at ninety in a hut made of branches and won't be able to hold a saw in your hands. You'll think, "I'm glad I lived a life as a hardworking lumberjack. I don't regret missing the opportunity at all." I would also like that, but I have gout, and it's hard for me to move. The Sylvans have a legend about a chestnut tree, where the fruits were like watermelons, and there were many of them. It was an old, mature chestnut tree. This one is quite young, but in a few months, its branches will be laden with the weight of gold ingots that it could bring to its owners.
Rotterdam kept talking and talking, even though his head was pounding, his throat was burning, and sand was being thrown in his eyes.