The Events of the 27th of Limestone
Jools paced outside of one of the locked barracks door, his dark suit wrinkled and dusty. He looked drawn, and sweat kept dotting on his forehead, forcing him to dab it away with a plain white handkerchief. He's been pacing the hallway for nearly twenty hours now. For the last few, Varen and Merkil had sat on the floor, their backs against the wall as they kept the Stoneworker company.
"Did you see Captain Fillwhip?" Merkil asked, a wide grin on his face.
"Did I? Ohh, that made my day like nothing else has," Varen said, laughing hard. "Remember when he was all, 'What's with all that screaming!' and then he kicked the door open?"
"Yeah... and he sees Kib laying there, legs up, trying to get this baby out of her, and he vomits all over the hallway and makes a run for the stairs."
Even Jools stopped, chuckling. "Yeah. What a horses ass."
There was a faint sound at the door, and the soldiers hopped to their feet, Jools turning expectantly towards it. It opened, and out stepped Butcher Gateclap - doubling as the fortresses midwife. She held a small baby cradled in her arms, smooth and bald except for the wisps of stubble on it's chin and cheeks. "It's a girl!" Midwife Gateclap announced proudly.
Jools seemed crestfallen, but only for a moment. "I'm a father, again!" Varen smiled, and gave him a pat on the back as he rushed over to take hold of his daughter, cradling her in his arms.
"Got a name picked out yet?" Merkil asked.
"Yeah... I think we'll name her Asob."
"There there, that's enough..." Midwife Gateclap said. She took the child gently into her arms, "You're wife will want to nurse her soon, and she's going to be wanting to go back out on patrol after that. We best get her back in side. Congratulations." She said, smiling.