When the clock struck midnight at the turn of the year, the king's advisor dropped dead. That's a bad sign. A year that starts with death is sure to bring much more of it. Then again, it might also be a good sign- Giant Hamsters have never been friendly to Breadbowl, so the death of an enemy may signify a year of prosperity. But it
was the king's advisor, and the death of an important figure does not bode well for the nation. The future is hazy at best, and often does not mean what you expect.
A few of the king's inner circle passed by me as I mused about what the future might hold. One of them laughed, and told me that if I knew so much about the future, maybe I should try using that to help Breadbowl instead of muttering over food scraps.
I told her that I would be happy to help avert the coming disaster... or help maximize the coming prosperity.
She laughed again, until one of the other dwarves informed her that due to the viscountess's retirement, the date, and an obscure law from the year 43, what had just conspired constituted an official offer of leadership, followed by my oath of acceptance.
The first dwarf turned very pale and walked away quickly. I told her as she left that that was a bad sign- pallid skin signifies a coming illness.
It does appear, however, that the bones of my reindeer meat roast were correct--a great windfall did await me today. Or perhaps I was looking at them sideways, and they showed that death was in my future. Or upside down, and they meant that apples awaited me.
Well, we shall have to wait and see what the future holds.
I can take this now, if that would be good.
Yes, please do so.
Wow. I booted up the save and I am... more than a little intimidated by everything going on. Any advice to help me get situated so I don't screw everything up?