<< Previous Chapter
>> Next Chapter
^^ Index

Captain's Log. 17th of Hematite.
As my dwarves move our goods to the trade depot, the Merchant Prince and I talk.

For the first time, they are offering to send us barrels and cages.
With all the wood we are ordering, surely we shall not want for that.

I foresee a future filled with liquor, and a zoo full of our enemies. Constant arena fights under the influence of alcohol.

A dwarf can dream.

<< Previous Chapter
>> Next Chapter
^^ Index