September 23, 2010 Leave a comment
In the year of our Dwarven Lord 1055 I was approached in the mines by a rather desperate looking fellow. Setting down my pick a while to hear him speak, I only catch the end of his phrase: “So I’m leaving you in charge.” I reach back for my pick and grunt, “Good,” before getting back to work; and there is a lot of work to do.
Looking over our living arrangements, I quickly realize that the planners of this place had not listened to the Dwarven Philosopher ThunderClaw’s Treatise on Decentralized Living. It was time to educate them. I quickly set down a bold new plan to deal with Barracks and Dining for our few remaining troops. Additionally, I order the masons to pave over the stairs to the “Under Dark.” That’s a headache for another Dwarf.