While larger towns might have horse mills, water mills, or even wind mills, Sorgheim was not situated in a way that would allow any such luxuries.  It had no stream running through it, felt little wind, and was lacking in ground level enough for a team of horses to turn around a post.  Thus, its people had built a small mill in one of the few relatively level areas in their mountainside village so the townsfolk could grind their wheat into flour, though it required slightly more effort than they would have preferred.    Many hands make light(er) work.   An old traveler stops at an ancient shrine to thank its forgotten gods for his safe journey. Another section of my Sorgheim layout.  I have two big exams coming up, then I'll (hopefully) finally have the time to finish this little project!