Note guys: don't be too judgmental about Doc yet
Further examination of the cavern showed evidence that a Giant Cave Spider had been in the area. At the same time, I became the self-elected doctor of our fort. I'm still among the homeless in the fort, Urist in the meantime is admiring his own room above his workshop. As for Derek... He's more insane than I thought; he just took our cat as his own.
Actually, Urist has been pretty busy, with Arni, as of late. I convinced them that we needed a trading depot, and despite their grumbing, they started working on it right away. In fact, they are still making additions to the Depot... I heard something about the aquifer above the depot, but I'm not sure...
On a lower note, we just ran out of booze...
... it was a long winter. We kept ourselves busy by building our defenses, fishing, and deciding that we should have a medic. I volunteered, but this other dwarf burst in at that moment.
"Ooh, I know how to doctor! I was a doctor in the mines!"
I looked at him funny, he didn't look all that experienced.
"What's your name, sir?"
"Doc."
"Doc?"
"That's my name."
"When... did you take on this name... ?"
"Just n-... It was always that. In addition, I earned it while I was doctoring down in the goblin mines, with all the accidents and all!"
"Err, ok. Excuse me, while I make an, erm, sacrifice to my god, I may need his good favour..."
Urist stood up. "I'm with him."
"Oh, no need for that. My god doesn't need sacrifices!"
"No sacrifices!? Wait a second... An!?"
"Yes. Why?"
Urist and Derek stood in unison, the first uttering curses, swears, and violently calling Doc an elf-lover, the second regurgitating "CHOPCHOPCHOP!". Both were charging and both were stopped only by a determined Arni stepping in the way.
"Hang on guys, we might need him!"
"What!? WHY YOU TRAITOR!!!"
An Ironic saying, considering Arni worshipped the god of War and Fortresses.
"Well, truth is, we aren't exactly prepared for an elf invasion. If we kept him, his 'god' may merely cause the elves to bring us food and animals."
Ursa spoke up. "Excuse my ignorance; who is this 'An' god anyways?"
I jutted in sharply. "Nothing much, only the god of peace."
The whole room gasped and went silent, save a confused Doc and the "Chopchopchop" coming from Derek.
"I... see. actually, keeping him busy with the hospital might be a good idea. Maybe having him make soap on the side would be good to."
Everyone agree.
And from then forth onward, Doc was the Doctor.
Do note: I'm away for the weekend. More on Sunday.