Here, in caves, the day/night cycle does not really matter - it's always dark, cold, humid, and the danger roams nearby. Freetown chose the hard path, but it doesn't mean we have to roll in a ball like armadillo and give up struggling. We must fight, for the brighter future of our citizens and the dwarvenkind itself.
Shorast and I were strolling along the main tunnel, admiring humble workshops and engravings. Shorast was a trapper, and he volunteered to take command of our new squad, the Troglodytes. I know, the name sounds humiliating, but there's no way we could arm a militia without asking the current militia commander. Anyway, three speardwarves are now guarding Freetown, and it is good indeed.
"So, how was your day, sergeant?"
"It's been fine... Finally got my spear from the forges." He showed me a spear with a slight red tint.
"Have you heard about sald blob incident?"
"Yeah. It's said that Freetowners were somehow involved... Someone basically framed us." Shorast frowned.
Alright, Shorast, I have to go now. Stay sharp, the spies might try to get in.
Selore was alredy standing near the gates, wrapped in Splint's checkered blancet. She was holding a small scroll.
Hello there, kid. Did you bring it?
We exchanged looks. She handed the scroll over to me and than ran away without saying a single word.
The silent mysterious assasin was already drawing the string. I heard it and dodged. The bolt hit the wall with a loud clang.
"Shorast! Help me!" I screamed and rased my crossbow, taking cover behind one of the statues. The sergeant appeared in the doorway, but the assasin has already fled. I went searching for the bolt and soon found one bearing a strange sign.
It was the Bugbats insignia. Why would an assasin use encrusted ammo for his business? It seems that someone is really willing to set Carryscar and Freetown on each other...