... or what was left of it, at least.
Staring out through the gaping hole out onto the Causeway, Shaundaular's foreman and Quarrymaster Robert Cunningham crosses his arms in front of himself and sighs. "Marquis Xerxes is gone for three weeks, and the newcomers nearly bring a centuries-old fort down around our ears... these Breachers truly are a force of nature."
"Keeps 'ye busy, at least." A broad, red-haired dwarf next to him scoffs, spitting into one of the massive footprints the construct left in the lawn days before. The young militiaman repairing said imprint looks up at the dwarf with a disgusted look, ready to raise an objection to his behaviour, but then snaps his mouth shut and continues with his task when confronted by the sheer intimidating size of the man.
"Staying busy is the least of my problems, Kraven Drumcaller." The slight human grumbles, watching his crews assessing the wall. Now that the limited circles put up as a clever stopgap had dropped, they could finally get to work. "Especially now that I'm also to aid them in finding proper quarries for the new frontline location - not a task I mind, but I'm not getting much in the way of information or communication from them. I drew up a few local quarry options and gave them to that elf by the name of Eric, but I haven't heard anything since."
"Oy, an' speakin'o which," Kraven begins, his expression souring, "if ya needin' me ta take a look'round Rocholm for other potentials, I can't stick around tew long... though I do adore yer wifey's cookin'. It's a long walk there an' back, an' only a certain 'mount of time to do it in. I just hope these kids know what they're getting themselves into, an' all. Starting a quarry from scratch is no easy, nor inexpensive feat."
"Again, I was hoping that someone would send a message for a meeting to discuss their options... but nothing." Robert shakes his head. "As much as I try to pop back into town when I can, I have my own tasks here; I can't keep coming to them."
"Ack, well, we'll give it a few more days an' see wot happens. Sheryl promised a roast come week's end, so I'll at least hang about fer that." The dwarf shrugs, then laughs heartily. Robert cracks a smile and chuckles as well, but there's concern on his face as the laughter fades, and the two of them go back to observing the Causeway.
Staring out through the gaping hole out onto the Causeway, Shaundaular's foreman and Quarrymaster Robert Cunningham crosses his arms in front of himself and sighs. "Marquis Xerxes is gone for three weeks, and the newcomers nearly bring a centuries-old fort down around our ears... these Breachers truly are a force of nature."
"Keeps 'ye busy, at least." A broad, red-haired dwarf next to him scoffs, spitting into one of the massive footprints the construct left in the lawn days before. The young militiaman repairing said imprint looks up at the dwarf with a disgusted look, ready to raise an objection to his behaviour, but then snaps his mouth shut and continues with his task when confronted by the sheer intimidating size of the man.
"Staying busy is the least of my problems, Kraven Drumcaller." The slight human grumbles, watching his crews assessing the wall. Now that the limited circles put up as a clever stopgap had dropped, they could finally get to work. "Especially now that I'm also to aid them in finding proper quarries for the new frontline location - not a task I mind, but I'm not getting much in the way of information or communication from them. I drew up a few local quarry options and gave them to that elf by the name of Eric, but I haven't heard anything since."
"Oy, an' speakin'o which," Kraven begins, his expression souring, "if ya needin' me ta take a look'round Rocholm for other potentials, I can't stick around tew long... though I do adore yer wifey's cookin'. It's a long walk there an' back, an' only a certain 'mount of time to do it in. I just hope these kids know what they're getting themselves into, an' all. Starting a quarry from scratch is no easy, nor inexpensive feat."
"Again, I was hoping that someone would send a message for a meeting to discuss their options... but nothing." Robert shakes his head. "As much as I try to pop back into town when I can, I have my own tasks here; I can't keep coming to them."
"Ack, well, we'll give it a few more days an' see wot happens. Sheryl promised a roast come week's end, so I'll at least hang about fer that." The dwarf shrugs, then laughs heartily. Robert cracks a smile and chuckles as well, but there's concern on his face as the laughter fades, and the two of them go back to observing the Causeway.