The excitement calmed down and Blockedlance went back to normal. This meant that the Queen continued her ridiculous complaining. How a dwarf could be sick of mushrooms confounded Urist. Still, she promised the Queen that she would try, and had a new trade depot constructed. She even gave up her splendid bedroom to the queen.
Urist thought she could get back to her engraving, it was quite therapuetic for her. But no...the queen was still not happy.
"Urist!"
"No need to thank me for letting you move into the old overseer's room your majesty, I was happy to -"
"Shut up! The room is detestable! Sure it's a
splendid room...but it's not exactly
royal," explained the queen.
"Well...*sigh*...what would you like me to do about it?" asked Urist.
"I would like a whole new room. I don't like the idea of living in somebody else's old room. A queen shouldnt need hand me downs. Oh...and I'm going to need you to carve out a massive royal burial tomb for me."
"What? You want to be burried HERE?"
"Of course...this is going to become the wealthiest mine in the world with all that adamantine!" The Queen's face beamed and her eyes twinkled. Then she frowned. "Tell me, dwarf...why haven't we started mining adamantine yet?"
"Uh...well, we dont even have a forge up yet...and we dont have a full time craftsdwarf to extract the -"
"Excuses excuses. I know all about you Urist. You're a loafer and a criminal! I found a soldier's old logbook lying in the hallway, under a pile of junk. This soldier kept track of the crimes going on in this fort shortly before he died. He names YOU as having done unspeakable things to the animals!"
"WHAT?! LIES!!! I did no such thing!" shouted Urist. "There was no proper sheriff at the time...that evidence isn't admissable in court! That logbook was being kept by some half-mad starving dwarf anyways...nothing written in there is true!"
"I dont believe you Urist!"
"Damnit! I dont care if you fell out of the royal vagina or not! Where I come from it is deed, not blood, that determines a person's worth! I'm Urist Salvedangers, the Foggy Barbs! I killed Erush Shieldpaints the Trifling Flimsiness!!!! You WILL respect me!!!
Urist couldnt believe what had come over her. The Queen looked horrified. She was utterly speechless...at last. After an awkward and silent moment, the queen skulked off, and Urist didnt hear from her for a while.
The months wore on. Urist appointed one of the farmers, Mafol Lanceappears, as the hamlet broker, and sold scrap crafts to the elf and human traders that visited. It was a way to pick up other varieties of booze and food, and also to get the place cleaned up.
One night, Urist was awoken by a sound in her room. She jumped in terror when she saw someone standing over her bed. But it was just Mafol, the trader.
"Uhhh...what are you doing?" asked Urist.
"I'm attending the meeting."
"What meeting Mafol? I'm not CONDUCTING a meeting! I'm trying to sleep right now!"
"I see that...but I cant do anything else until I get this taken care of."
"Damnit Mafol....Im going to bed! Ill speak with you in the morning!" Urist rolled back over and threw the covers over her face. Mafol didn't move a muscle.
"Sure boss. I'll wait."
After Urist awoke and conducted the meeting, he was greeted with horrible news. The queen had thrown yet another tantrum, this time killing one of the farmer's pet bull.
"That's it! That's the last straw. She can't flagrantly violate the law and expect to get away with it just because she's a noble! She wanted me beaten and thrown in jail for a almost a year for disorderly conduct! Well let's see how SHE likes serving hard time. Lock her in that splendid bedroom of hers! Then throw away the key!" The dwarves, ever distrustful of nobility, did as they were commanded. She kicked and screamed as they took her away.
They locked her up and she immediately destroyed a door. Luckily, it was not the door that lead out of the cell...er, bedroom.
Within a couple weeks, the glorious news was brought to Urist's ears: Cog Giltbalance the Tactical Relief of Fortifying had starved and died.