The events of the 5th of Slate, 1066
Aryn, in his all-too-common way, had screamed at the majority of the fortress from one of the guards towers. His cries went unheard, and it was up to Glacies, who took the empty spot when the idealist vanished from view, to shout down to them, "Aryn ... has ordered that you're to take the rest of the day off. Get ... drunk and stay in your rooms, he has important negotiations with Diplomat Deerowl."
For once, his mandates were met promptly. Aryn was puffed up to his full height, his thinning hair greased back, his beard brushed it shone gold. He walked past the empty row of shops, his hands behind his back, smiling up pleasantly at the tall, willowy elf beside him.
"I'm so pleased, Good Master Estetar, with how your silly little charges are coming along."
"Of course, I've tried so hard," he said, his voice oily smooth. "It's taken so much work to get them to respect life, but I've taken it as a personal challenge."
"I quite like the little garden you've cultivated beside the magma vent," she said, taking no notice of the pained look that spread over his face. "Never in my wildest dreams would I imagine such crude Dwarven minds could cultivate sand and obsidian into beautiful flowers and lush grass."
"Err, yes, I spent... years, working hands-on with our top farmers. It's just now blossoming"
"MOVE, please, Sir and Ma'am!"
Aryn grunted as he was shoved aside, and Diplomat Deerowl let out a cry of indignation as she was pushed into a wall. Mookie strode past them, her dress covered in dust and charcoal, long hair sticking to the sweat on her shoulders and face. Fighting to control his anger, Aryn said as calmly as possible, "Miss, I beleive you have somewhere ELSE to be, than wandering the halls?"
"Aye? Aye! I do!" When she turned, Aryn saw the glassy expression in her eyes, the blank look on her face, the fever of concentration she was working to control. Deerowls moaned - she saw the stacks of Dread Camel bones that the Bone Carver was hauling.
Speachless, Mookie looked down at what she was carrying, her face lighting up. "I've had the most wonderful idea! I've ... commandered a workshop! If you're still around, Miss, when I'm done I'll give it to you. Eee! You'll just LOVE it! Tah!"
She darted down the steps, leaving behind a green-tinted Elf and a purple-with-rage fortress leader.
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