Following the sampling of your - [ There's a small quirk of his lips; amusement? ] - creative contributions to our latest contest, we've decided on a victor. Despite the fact I don't believe in such trivialities, my colleagues are otherwise indisposed of at the moment. 

As such, it is my distinct - [ Read as: nonexistent. ] - honour to announce that Hel's House has been determined the winner of this round for reasons that defy any realm of logic. Those of her house will find a supplies table permanently affixed in the communal kitchen for all your future cooking endeavours, may they be as fruitful as your entries. To the individuals of the other houses that offered their wares, you'll find a voucher for free desserts at the indicated restaurant of your district for the next month. Don't make a mess.

[ Thank every god in existence that's over - he can get serious for this next bit. ]

With that said and done, on to matters of actual import. We'll be setting up a caravan to gather supplies from Utgard in three days' time. Those of you that offer your assistance will be granted a fair allowance for whatever you so choose, as long as our needs are met. Meet at the Gate of Fog the morning of Day 269, the wagons will already be prepped for you.

[ And that's it. Really. No farewells or formalities, just signing off. Allpapa out. ]