Grand Master Myth and his last living freemason acolyte met in the trashed and vandalized dining hall. The demons had been taken care of, but the feeling of defeat hung in the air.
"Why haven't the bridges been rebuilt?" yelled Myth.
"B-br-bridges?" stuttered the half nutters mason.
"Ugh!!! You're mind is as shattered as the mayors isnt it? Bloody hells, I should've had YOU haul the bodies...but I knew you couldnt take it, so I had you rebuild the bridge, and you cant even do that!?!? By the Gods!!!"
"We must stay sealed!!!" cried the scared mad dwarf. Myth slapped him across the face.
"Get ahold of yourself you sunavabitch!" He sighed, then gave up. "We'll be safer when we have our military beside us! Just STAY HERE."
Myth marched off back to the old hospital, where the Eribite mayor lay. The guards were with him. Myth whistled as he entered the room to get everyones attention. "Men, I'm gonna need you to build a bridge!"
"A what?"
"A bridge. You know, wood over water? In fact, let us make stone bridges this time. Then they wont burn down!"
"Sorry sir, we cant build no bridges."
"What? Why not?" Myth asked, exasperated.
"We're champions sir!" they shouted in unison, incredulous at being asked to build such things.
"Holy mother of Erib....look...can you guys at least put your damn armor on? We could be attacked by demons at any moment! Why arent you sparring or something? Get ready!" Myth slammed the door. My Gods, he thought. What a bunch of bastards! He looked to his left and saw the last freemason carrying a bucket of water. "What are you doing?"
"The mayor sir. Our wounded leader needs water."
"Damnit! I told you to stay in the dining hall. From now on Im in charge, and the mayor isnt to be given any water...got it?" Myth was enraged at this point. The mason nodded and dropped the bucket, then skulked off.
"I gotta do everything around here dont I?" Myth stormed off to grab some dolomite for the bridges.