Petyr had finished the last coffin, and had started making blocks again.
Having lost her last bit of sanity, she was now chipping prisoner numbers in the blocks.
In fact, every time she finished a block, she would loudly proclaim it's number, much to Dresod's chagrin.
'NUMBER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-FOURTY-ONE!!!'
'Please, would you just stop that?' Dresdor pleaded, accidentally chopping the head of his latest statue.
Suddenly, the door burst open.
'Prisoner #21, I have decided that you have been punished enough. Come with me, I have a job for you.'
The Judge was standing in the door opening, Afer behind him, holding another dwarf.
'Unchain her!'
The other prisoner walked up to Petyr and started to unchain her.
'Hiya. I'm prisoner #27! (hushed)
My real name is Billy, but I shouldn't say that loud.'
'OFCOURSE! I
knew I forgot something! THE BILL! I DIDN'T PAY! I'm sorry! I'M SORRY! Please.. I'll do whatever job you have, Judge. Just don't call the guards!'
Billy returned to Orblock with the raving Petyr. They were chained together, and Orblock ordered Afer to take them
to the top.
'You are to clean this surface! If I come back, it will be shiny clean. Do you understand?'.
Afer left the two with this and locked the entrance to the platform.
'Geez.. #21.. I don't see any dirt here.. What are we supposed to clean?'
Petyr, her sanity having returned somewhat in the sight of death, snarled:
'Shut up, fool. Leave me to my last thoughts!'
Billy, thinking Petyr still had to be raving, curled up on the stone floor and said:
'Ah.. Don't be so somber. They'll come to get us down soon, and surely they will also see that there is nothing to clean here. I'll just take a nap, now. Oh boy I'm so tired.'
Orblock had rushed back from the prison, straight to the trade depot. He proceeded to trade with the Elves, even trying to be polite. They needed the extra supplies.
The elves had been pleased with the trading. They could bring home as many mugs as their oxen would carry.
They were packing up and ready to leave, when Orblock stepped into their tent.
'Dear traders. In honour of fine dwarven tradition, we wish to offer you a farewell gift.'
He paused, clearing his throat. We wish to show you how much we, Dwarves, respect you, Elves. So. Please be so kind to wait here, and you shall be pleasantly surprised.
'And here were we, thinking you didn't really like us.' Thele said.
Orblock stepped up to the lever and pulled it. 'In fact. I don't', he said, not audible to the Elves.
movie:
http://www.mkv25.net/dfma/movie-629-presentfortheelves'That is
disgusting! How dare y.....' Thele was interrupted by Ithithe, who kicked her ankle and shoved her aside.
'Remember. These are customers. Forgive them their primitive culture', he whispered to her.
'While we must thank you, sir Judge, for this magnificent offering of dwarven lives to honour us, and the spirit in which it was given, we should point out, that some of our kind might take offense.
I mean. DO you know how much it costs to have something like this -large hemp thong-...', pointing at the now blood-and-brain-soaked thong she was wearing,
'...cleaned? There are cleaner ways to honour us with sacrifice, you know.'
He paused for a moment.
'In our country, we don't really kill, you know.
When we sacrifice a dwarf... He or she is allowed to
become one with nature.. Why do you think all of our trees have na...'
This time Ithite was kicked in the ankles and shoved aside by Thele.
'Hushhh. Don't share such advanced knowledge with such a primitive race!' She whispered at him.
'Hmmm. well. Anyways, thank you, sir Judge. We'd be off now. Got some spirits brewing. Hehe. See you next year.'
With this the Elves spurred their oxen and headed for the exit.
Orblock was about to start ranting obscenities at the leaving traders, when he noticed two unknown dwarves standing in front of him.
'Who the hell are you?'
'Khazud, sir. I bring you more prisoners. The King sends his regards. And this here is young master Dakosturdim, a mercenary I recruited on the way here.'
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we have: 20 new prisoners, 1 new child, a guard (Eita) , and a mercenary soldier.
Anybody wants the mercenary?
Also, Petyr and Billy are dead. But please feel free to request another character. I liked your diary entries!
EDITED FOR WRONGFULLY CALLING ELVES DWARVES.... FIXED...