Ok boys and girls, an update will be coming at some point today. Vodrilus, You'll be getting book keeper and another candidate shall be getting manager. Having one dwarf try to play merchant, foreman,
and book keep is a horribly slow way to do things unless you're in a pinch for dwarfpower.
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“Smiji, may I have a word?” Splint asked the administrative dwarf when they passed in the halls. “Sure thing Commander, what's up.” He said with a polite smile. He seemed a bit jittery, but otherwise normal. “Well, I noticed in the rosters you're pulling triple duty as our broker, manager and book keeper.” Splint said, holding a small ledger. “Well, I figure for both your own mental health and efficency's sake, I think we should find a couple dwarves who can take care of filling out the work orders and taking stock of our belongings.” Inspiredsmiji stood silently for a moment, then with a sigh, said simply “Okay. Worried I'll go funny in the head like that poor sod in the workshop?” Splint closed the ledger and shrugged. “Anything's possible. You remember those old stories about Syrupleaf yes?” She asked. “Vaguely... Ohhhh I see where you're going with this. You ARE worried I'll go funny in the head, but ina creepy functional way if I try to do all three jobs.” “Yes, in fact. I won't confiscate your arrangements, but I figured I'd let you know I'm looking for a candidate for record keeper and manager.” She said rather flatly. “Alright then I guess, I can't see the harm in it.” Inspiredsmiji replied. He waved goodbye to the militia officer and the two went about their day.
“You!” Splint said loudly as she grabbed a peasant by the collar of his shirt. “Y-Yes ma'am?” He said timidly. “You've no valuable skills at present, yes?” Splint asked, seeming agitated. “N-Not yet ma'am! Please don't hurt me!” The poor fool begged. After all, being grabbed by a dwarfette with the build of a smith holding a pointy metal stick couldn't bode well for you. “Well now you get to be a book keeper. Once the miners finish work on the exploratory shaft, I'll have them dig you out the proper lodgings. State your name.” The commander demanded. “Vodrilus ma'am!”
“You'll do. I'll have word sent when your lodgings are finished.” With that, the woman dropped him on his ass end and walked away, looking like she was searching for something. She grabbed someone who ooked like a woodsman, and told them to find some trees to knock down so that mechanic would quit complaining bout no cages, and had a mason's shop divert it's resources to to making stone blocks to build a good and proper surface battlement. She also congratulated a hunter named Ber who was spotted dragging a now very dead giant cockatiel down the mountainside.
OoC: Well, that's all for now. Exploratory mining has yet to find anything, so that possession is probably a gonner. A shame really. Probably would have made a bitchin' cabinet or something. i'll probably be slowly chipping away at this, what with school and other stuff. But it'll get done to the end, you have my word. Better than nothing right?
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