Silgeshud or "Planesfortress". It ain't much now, but it's where my latest job has taken me.
Folks say I'm easy to get along with, and I'm OK in a fight at a pinch. I've got ambitions, though, and the Natural History Museum is where I intend to achieve them. Ber Odgubzulban. One day the world will know my name. Hopefully they'll be able to pronounce it better than my last girlfriend could. That said, I heard about that poor fool Solon and I have no intention of joining him in a dozen bogeymen bellies.
I wake up on the top of the museum wing's roof. And why exactly am I wearing a silk dress?
Damn, musta drunk more than I thought yesterday. I climb down and chat to the bookkeeper, Iden Rovodibruk. He tells me that the 'Responsible Sabres' have fled from Planesfortress ahead of an invading army led by an elf. I ask him why he's still here. He just says "Somebody has to do the books."
Walking around a bit more I find a human crossbowman near a tent. She looks like she'd be handy in a fight and she quickly agrees to accompany me. I wonder if she's one of the refugees mentioned, or just a stray caravan guard. I don't ask, it might be considered rude. I do find out that she's married, though. No sign of the husband nearby.
I explore the local area, careful not to go too far away. There is little sign of civilization and, although I see a small group of people in the distance, we didn't meet anybody. Suddenly my companion starts shooting something. It's an alligator snapping turtle in the river. I swim up to it and deliver the killing blow with my spear before she wastes all her bolts. The corpse is a wreck, but I guess it still counts so I make my way back to the museum.
[SAVE 000 before retire.zip]
I dump the corpse on the floor of the building next to a tent. It lands with a wet squelch. I hope this is the right place, eh, whatev.
Time to take a load off my feet till I'm sent out again.
[SAVE 001 after retire.zip]
A passing dwarf tells me I'm actually in Taperedceilings (NE wing) not Planesfortress (SE wing).