The events of the 6th of Granite, 1068"Alright you scrubs, line up!" Merkil bellowed as he entered the training room. The Dwarves assembled into their ratty bands of soldiers - the undead hanging out by the back laughing hollowly, Adol, Rolland, Sparrow and Zako happy to see Maggarg after he had vanished for a few weeks, Towersacks, Varen and Jools quietly talking. Even the newer soldiers - Fireheart and Kandor - seems to have struck a cord with the "returning hero" Wilber, though Fireheart was doing his best to out-story tell the dwarf with Fourteen kills under his belt this week alone.
Behind him came Eita and Sarek, timid as the harsh lights from the wall torches assailed their vision. They both looked thinner, and each limped a little on their left legs, but they were still dwarvenly stout and full of beard. Merkil stepped aside, and gave a gesture towards the pair with a sweeping motion of his hand.
"These two are a prime example of why teamwork is a requirement. An argument over what? No one rightly remembers. But it resulted in a pair of soldiers, in their prime, taken out of commission for far too long. Learn a lesson from these two - no more in fighting. Ladies? Show the troops there are no hard feelings."
Eita eyed Sarek warily, but eventually she extended her hand. Sarek took it and gave a shake, polite applause following from the crowd - though War'dunell made inappropriate cat calls from near the back. Merkil glowered and gave a quick nod.
"Right. Back to training. And please, treat these delicate flowers gently, it seems they break easily."
The laughter that followed was swiftly culled as the barracks door slamemd open. Glacies stormed through the assembled mass, his eyes blazing, his jaw swollen, an angry black and purple. Lugnut trailed behind him, and though he sported a freshly blackened eye, he was still smirking. The book keep muttered as he stalked past them to the storeroom, part of what he said caught:
"...me will he, that ass, that great blow hardy ass. Sendin' his dogs? After all I've done fer' this hole, I'll show him a set of bloody books, I'll show him all over the damned place..."
The assembled Dwarves watched him pass, but Merkil drew their attention with a groan. He pinched the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger, his eyes shut tight. "A perfect example of what not to do, friends. Keep your eyes open, please, yon book keep seems quite agitated. Now get back to training..."
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OOC: All actions have consequences, no matter how well deserved or encouraged!