After I had been left alone once again one of my more peculiar advisors suggested that I'd go look for a sock. It took me quite a while but in the end I managed to find an old sock lying under a pile of used clothes. Once I had completed my first task I was forced to once again smoke a sock...someone else's old sock...
Luckily the dwarf in white called for me at the last second, however I was told to bring the sock with me for later use...
I was surprised as the hallway outside of my door led to the top of a couple stairs since two-floor houses were rare for dwarves...at least where I came from. I followed the sound of a roaring fire and arrived in some sort of a kitchen, once again I was surprised as most dwarven meals are eaten in public dining halls. Safe to say that this guy wasn't a peasant but the lack of gold and gems had me thinking that he probably wasnt a noble either.
The area was roomy yet rustic, built from a mix of materials amongst which I could identify wood, clay, and multiple kinds of rock. I look over at the dining table and to my great joy it's packed to the brim, however at second glance I realise that many of the things on the table werent food but spices, pastes and cutlery. But there was still a thick smell of homecooked food lingering around the kitchen, as I take a step in I see a dwarf infront of a large pot whom I presume would be the guy's wife. She was very tall for a dwarf much like her husband and even though I rarely think much of my height I couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy amongst those two.
After some brief introductions I learnt that the big dwarf's name was Gulog and that he was a miller of some sort.
As I sat down at the table his wife asked me if I wanted some kitten lard in my porridge, an invitation which I gladly accepted.
I spent a couple of minuites trying to get some useful information out of the guy but he didn't really manage to catch my drift...
Well, it didn't take long before I was presented with some steaming hot food and a cup of plump wine. When I for a moment didn't stuff my face full with clumps of unidentifyable food combinations I tried to get a discussion going again. Gulog still seemed to have some problems but his wife eagerly began a conversation, her speech was colored by some sort of intellectual superiority concealed by false modesty.
She apparantly knew about the guild system quite indepth, Gulog for one worked in the farmers guild which was kind of an "umbrella guild" for most of the food related things.
Red=mountainhome
Orange=nobles
Dark green 1= commander
Purple=Warden
Black,Grey,Blue,Brown,Yellow= Miner's guild, Stoneworkers guild, Craftdwarf's guild, farmers guild, woodworking guild.
Dark grey 2=military
green,pink= Healthcare and hunterstuff.
Greyish blob=migrants/peasants/slaves/idlers.
Arrows indicate influence.
The main question is...how much of my current situation do I wish to tell them about? I pobably can't keep up the conversation without explaining my position at some point, but then again I could lie? On the other hand there might not even be a problem at all...
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You son-of-a-b***h!
I love his facial expression.
Don't zoom in on the eye-brows clipping through the bandage!
I just thought we had a really bad headache.
Impressive that you 2 managed to read that much into the picture, yea I was aiming for the pissed off+headache look.
Woah, puring maggot milk has exceeded the count of two. This must be witchcraft.
Nah, that's just the way of life m8.
Purring maggot master-race!
Time to try Adventure Game Sense over Plotcognition...
I'd advise you not to as the story takes place after "classic df-time" (to give myself a bit of error-margin+creative freedom).
Information is our primary objective right now.
Specific example perhaps?