Orblock barged through the hallway, trying not to think of the event aboveground.
He was looking for Grimwold, and found him fashioning crafts at his workshop.
'I have a task for you.'
'Judge?'
'The King has ordered me to account for all the prisoners' possesions. You seem to have a liking for numbers. I would like you, therefore, to count every single sock that lies at the bottom of that pit after the executions. While you are at that, I would like to know also how our stocks are faring. From now on you shall be my personal bookkeeper. Because I understand that would take a considerable amount of your time, you are no longer required to haul heavy objects, nor to clean. Do we have a deal?'
Grimwold thought it over for a minute. He did like fooling around with numbers.
He had given many friends a headache with his mathematical riddles.
But he did like hauling around heavy things as well.
'But.. Judge? How am I supposed to get my daily workout then?'
'I will have Aqizzar design a exercise machine for you and have it placed in your office. I promise that.'
'Well then, thank you, I guess.'
Orblock left him at that.
He couldn't pause yet..
'Afer!'
Orblock had hoped that when he came outside, the execution would be over. It was. But then, the whole ground was covered in blood and bodyparts. Aqizzar was nowhere to be seen.
'What have we done?'. Orblock wondered. 'Why me. Why us?'
He proceeded carefully between the gore, not wanting to be touched by the remains of those.. Victims. Victims they were, but not he, Orblock, was their killer. Nor was Aqizzar, although she had pulled the lever. This thought kept him from throwing up at the spot.
'Afer!'
Orblock had reached the drawbridge, and called out again at Afer, who was out cutting wood.
'I want you to be in charge of maintaining the peace in the prison camp. You are hereby promoted to sherrif.'
'Why thank you, it is an honour', Afer replied.
'One of the most important aspects of keeping the peace here, Afer, is to keep those prisoners fed and watered before they die. You know how dangerous a hungry dwarf can be?'
'Yes I do.'
'What are you waiting for then? Go and feed them!'
'Er. With what? We are not going to waste good food om them, are we?'
Somehow Orblock felt that he had picked the right dwarf for the job.
'Give them our leftovers. Anything you would feed your groundhogs.'
'Hehe. Will do. One more thing, though. I suddenly feel like I really need a bedroom and a dining room. And an office, to keep files on prisoners. While you're at it, put in some furniture as well. I don't like empty rooms.' With this, Afer left for the prison camp to feed the convicts:
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