Urist and the wise philosopher Asmel sat talking by the waterfall. She was trying to befriend the aloof intellectual, so that she could fulfill her role as Queen and produce little Urist-lings. The conversation was marked with awkward silences. Urist struggled to think of something to say.
"So..." said the Queen.
"Yeah?"
"Uhhhh....I finished the new sacrificial chamber....errr....the new trade depot today"
"Oh yeah?" asked Asmel, feigning interest.
"Yeah....some dwarves came, they got their wagons stuck in there and couldnt turn em around. The idiots. I had to go down there and get them out...some of them were crying!"
"Hahaha! Yeah I hate idiots."
"Oh guess what?" Urist waited for the wise dwarf to guess, but he just gave her a blank stare. She continued anyways, with a big smile on her face. "Our giant eagle breeding program is working perfectly!"
"Uh, what do we need giant eagles for your majesty?" Asmel asked skeptically.
"Well...you know...theyre big giant eagles. You know?"
"Yeah but do they really like living in a cave?"
"Hmmm...I never thought about that. I was just thinking of putting em in a zoo or something."
"Ahhh...I see...well in that case its educational, and I like it." The philosopher smiled.
"Speaking of creatures not belonging in caves...this Duke guy thinks he would like a window in his room."
"What? Whats he going to look out the window at? Thats so human!" laughed Asmel.
"Yeah the thing that bothers me the most is that this guy is breeding."
"Yes your majesty you are right. I think his son is a threat," said the wise dwarf. He looked Urist in the eye and aimed right for her paranoia, "You know, I wouldnt be surprised if he tries to one day make his son King."
Egads! Urist's face went pale. Asmel was right. Urist had been postponing the inevitable until she was prepared...but she knew now she could make her move. Why?
Because the giant gladitorial deathmatch arena had FINALLY been completed.