Events of Malachite, year 56Saint Iridkonos, Monk Errant, had produced a very strange instrument.
It bore images of both of the rulers of the dwarven civilization where he currently resided, as well as an image of itself, and several darker images which the local dwarves would not recognize. It would not be a good idea to let anyone else examine it closely. He would have to put it away somewhere safe and secret.
In her royal quarters, Geb was meeting with the Elven ambassador, if you could call it a meeting. While this elf wasn't as threatening as the one who had appeared last year, he passed no opportunity to speak down to the dwarves.
Sneering at how the dwarves 'embraced the mud' - Ha, as if there was a speck of mud in Geb's quarters! Still, there wasn't much point in arguing with the elf's demands. There weren't even a hundred trees left uncut on the surface.
Deeper underground Athra had finally finished digging out the space for his personal, self-made quarters.
It had taken a lot longer than he'd originally estimated, and he'd hit an unexpected vein of cassiterite while digging. He'd sneak those nuggets down to the smelter ore stockpile later.
Now, he needed privacy. A few stone doors to close off the passage to the stairs, and to close off the rooms from each other.
Meanwhile, the dwarf who called himself only 'Boss Man' was marveling at the convenience of the hospital layout. He could fish out of the aquifer, and keep an eye on the patients at the same time!
Now, he was pretty sure he'd seen a turtle under the well. Just a little longer and he'd have it.
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