As i see the maniac having his way with the remains of the "butchered" puppy (really, the look on Dhoors face after she left the butcher's workshop was maybe a little... too... satisfied... and... longing? at the same time? Wow, woman. just, wow.), my attention immideatly switches to the next maniac. It's the doctor lady, njneko. I kind of forgot about her lately, because i had other things to worry about than having my aching body parts attended to. This is probably why she tries to get my attention now of all times.
You see, if a dwarf of a certain profession gets bored because they do not have the means to show their expertise, they start to come up with things completely different from what they should be asking for.
Knowing this and the fact that njneko has grown more and more unpatient, i work up some plan to at least get one of the women to like me again.
"Listen, njneko, i know Life is kinda miserable for you right now. But you see, nobody has gotten hurt yet and i don't think you want to cure any mental diseases - if i'm wrong, you can start with any dwarf you find."
"Don't worry about it", she answers to my surprise. "It's my own fault."
"What does this mean now", i inquire, trying to figure out what this woman is thinking.
"What it means? It means that i should have known that nobody really cares about me."
Aaaaahh, now i see what this is. More passive aggressiveness. More dwarfettes being bitches. What did i expect.
"I mean", she continues with a bitter voice "I can sleep in a good room and all, but... but... nobody attends to my needs! You won't build me the hospital, Dhoor won't let me talk to her about giving me patients, i have no work to do whatsoever... And Chimerat only plants what she wants. Nobody cares about what i want. I'm BORED, man, and it's basically all your fault."
"Would you be quiet for just a second please", i interrupt her little speech.
"First: didn't you just say that it's YOUR fault, not mine?"
"WHAT? I- You little-"
"Second: Let's forget that you are bored and have a drink."
Yeah. It's the peasants again, trespassing. But this time i allowed them to.
I allowed them in because Tacomagic and Chimerat are not the only ones who can plot things.
You know, this might sound weird, but i seem to be here for some greater purpose.
Those times when i stood there, holding speeches, i felt it, deep down somewhere, that i'm not alone. Somebody is helping me, pushing me in a direction, and it's sure as hell not tacomagic.
I will show, them. I will show them all that Only Nordinkel draws the straws here.
Here they are, rolling their barrels up the mountainside besides the Miasma Depot like it's a goddamn race. They really DO want in, do they?
"You see", i explain to the doctor with a smile on my face, pointing to the group of ragged bums carrying the barrels to Glovedloved. "I'm a King, you know. And you are, too. Soon, you will have everything you ever want. But for now, let's start with enough Potato Wine to get us both wasted for a whole fucking week."
As the idiots stockpile the wine barrels i had made specifically for njneko and i sent them away again, i see her expression towards me turning into something completely different.
To figure out what happened after that is up to everybody's personal interpretation.
[Some days later]
Digger has finally let go of the wokshop he stole from us.
I gotta say he made some impressive shit with that wolverine corpse.
Never mind the fact that i had a perfectly fine puppy slaughtered by Dhoor, but tonnot thought it was funny to make me waste time by shooting down a wolverine first.
I tell everybody that yes, this is in fact a bin made out of puppy bone. I answer more detailed question with "Well, it's Dog bone, so who gives a shit if it's puppy or wolverine."
The important thing is, it won't leave Glovedloved. Digger however WILL LEAVE GLOVEDLOVED. He wasted enough of my time.
As soon as The Mountain was Peasant-free again, Tacomagic approached me with a serious look.
"EIGHT."
"EIGHT WHAT", i scream back at her because i was just busy watching the valley from above the Forest and she scared the EVERLOVING SHIT out of me.
"Eight trespassers. In only 2 months. We can't have this anymore."
"Look, maybe next time YOU try to prevent a mentally unstable dwarf from looking for bones in our fortress."
"This was a holy procedure! There is no stopping an inspired dwarf from creating a legendary artifact!"
"It's a stupid crate made out of puppy bone."
"I'm speaking about the other eight. The ones just walking up, carrying barrels."
"Oh. Those. Yeah, you're right. What heresy. Dhoor can smash their heads for all i care."
"That's not Dhoors responsibility. We need a wild card. Somebody independent."
And that's where everything snaps into place.