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The dwarves looked at the walls and I could see their faces fall as they realized just what the implications were of what I said. "Only axes? You mean that ... wooden thing is it?" said one finally. "Yes, that is it. We have a wooden wall to keep the undead birds out and have just finished putting a roof over one corner and some beds under it so we have some place to sleep." One of them shuddered visibly. "And all the food you have is just from your cart animals?" asked another. "Mostly, these ponds around here have turtles in them so we have been streching our food supplie with those. If you hadn't come with animals though, I might very well have told you to just keep going. As it is, I expect one of you at least to help with the fishing. The rest can assist with our constructions."
"So your letting them stay Chief?" asked Loki. "Yes, I think all of us have enough ... problems as it is without adding to them." I said. Hopefully they wold take the hint. Bad enough we were all escaped convicts without piling on further crimes. "When does caravan come?" asked Tombs. "What caravan?" I asked along with the first dwarf from the new group. "You to the north, Axegrind to south. They not find you go south." explained Tombs. It was so easy to forget that tombs was actually rather smart given how simply she spoke. I've often wondered if that simple way of speaking was an act. "In the fall when caravans usually come I guess?" said the other dwarf tenitively. "You guess?" I responded. "Isn't that rather important?" "Wasn't my job to know, that was Urst's job and now she's dead." explained the dwarf.
I contemplated this last bit of news. "Well I suppose we ought to put up a trade Depot then and see if we can't make something to trade. If they do come through here after they don't find you where they were expecting we could desperately use the supplies. Looks like you all do get to help found a fort after all, just not where you expected." I said. "So what IS the name of this place?" asked one of the new dwaves. I very nearly lost it there. Panic surged in the back of my head, we had never once thought about naming this spot. I wound up blurting out the first thing that came to my mind. "Apexwhips" was what came out of my mouth. I"m not sure why that came to mind but it was too late to come up with something better. "Funny name for a fort." someone commented. "Yes, well it's a funny fort, barrels of laughs all the time." said Loki dryly.
"Ha Ha Ha" droned Tombs in a deadpan. I just shook my head and started directing everyone to their new jobs. I'm clearly the sanest one here and well... that's saying a lot.
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Topic: Apexwhips II - Convicts at large! (Read 5859 times)