My expedition leader has had a great career so far. He started out first counting all of the stones the miners were producing while tunneling out the great halls of Roadsaviors. He would count the crafts produced by the craftsdwarves, and barter with the caravans to secure vital goods.
He would organize production, coordinating the small army of craftsdwarves, masons, carpenters, and blacksmiths to forge the industrial base of the fortress.
The successful fortress grew, with migrants streaming in from across the kingdom. Erush Edanoltar was promoted to mayor! After winning several more elections, and continuing to keep perfectly accurate counts of the wealth of Roadsaviors, while at the same time managing production orders and meeting with traders and unhappy dwarves, the Mountainhomes has found merit in the new settlement, offering the title of Baron to Erush Edanoltar.
To celebrate, the new Baron ran over to the dining hall and chugged a barrel of prickle berry wine (his favorite drink). As a reward I have ordered a bar installed within his room to store prickle berry wine to lessen his time searching for his favorite booze so he can complete with duties with even greater efficiency.
The new Baron then went on break. The year was 1054.
The year is currently 1057. Baron Erush Edanoltar is still taking his extended vacation. During this time he still talks with anyone who wishes to speak to him, but refuses to maintain the counts of the wealth of the fortress, refuses to manage production orders, refuses to even meet with the traders. If someone comes to his office he will speak with them. But he refuses to leave his office to do anything aside from drinking more prickle berry wine.
The only time he ever sits in his platinum throne is when he's hungry. He refuses to perform any of the vital functions that earned him the title of leader, mayor, and baron.
During his extended vacation, a recent migrant has taken up the duties, counting the wealth of the fortress, managing production, meeting with traders, and even tending to the injured. Its a busy schedule, but he is able to perform it admirably.
Yet another trading season has passed. Erush Edanoltar is refusing to leave his room to meet with them again.
Since his promotion to baron, Erush Edanoltar has become corpulent. When possible he prefers to consume prickle berry wine. He is very weak, very quick to tire, and shockingly fragile. He has a feel for music but he has an iffy memory, shortage of patience, meager creativity, poor empathy, a meager kinesthetic sense, and next to no willpower.
He is assertive. He often does the first thing that comes to mind.
The year is now 1058. Erush Edanoltar has found another barrel of prickle berry wine and emptied it. After feasting upon yet another roast, the baron rolls over to his bed and takes a nap.
His extended vacation continues. He proclaims that he is still on break.
Being a baron is a hard life.