Camelot Dungeon by Galen Wolf

Author:Galen Wolf [Wolf, Galen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: White Rabbit Press
Published: 2017-10-24T06:00:00+00:00

15

THE GREEN KNIGHT

Before I leave to go raiding, I want further discussions about the creation and levelling of the Silver Drift Mine settlement. I meet with Thorvald and Geraint and Jason in my chambers. Asterix the dwarf is there too, sipping at a pewter tankard of dwarf ale and listening quietly. The torches gutter as we talk and I hear the sound of the people walking down the stone passage outside, an indication of our growing population.

'Thorvald, I need your guys to hollow out a space for the brewery. That's our next building down here.'

He raises his eyebrows. 'You want it underground?'

'I want it defensible, so underground. The only things that go overground are the things that absolutely can't do without sunlight.'

Jason asks, 'What about the barracks?'

'I want the soldiers out there because they need to protect the farms.'

Thorvald nods. He's always been agreeable. 'Sure. We'll get to it.'

'What about the armory?' Geraint asks. I know he's been busy creating loot for the dungeon and levelling his skills. I mentioned the armory and his role in it earlier.

'We need to make good quality weapons for our soldiers, for when the time comes for us to go to war. We've got minerals aplenty down here, and there are the forests on the hills outside for spears, bows and arrows.'

'I'm going to have my work cut out for me,' he says. 'What with stocking the dungeon and arming your troops.'

'The dungeon is the main focus until we raise the troops and we can't raise the troops until we get the population.' I ponder for a while. 'We can get you an assistant.' I peer at Jason. 'Do our finances run to that?'

'We're fine money wise. Sure.'

Geraint clears his throat. 'I'd rather have a wife. She can do some of the work in the forge too. And we can have kids. I want kids.'

That surprises me, he doesn't look like a guy who'd want little tiny black haired smith children running around his ankles. It could work though. I want kids. Silver Drift wants kids. We need population.

'So brewery, then forge. Get digging.'

The NPCs salute and I walk out to go find Bernard in preparation for our raid.

Instead of Bernard, I run into Fitheach.

'Sir Gorrow, if I may have a word.'

'Of course.' I bow to the saint.

'In my chambers?'

Fitheach’s chambers are a lot neater than mine. Big white church candles burn in alcoves in the rock. He has a low wooden bed and a personal altar with golden icons of Jesus and Mary.

'What is it?' I ask.

He indicates for me to sit and I sit on a wooden seat that he must have had brought in himself, because I never created this. He sits on its twin on the other side of the narrow stone cell. The place smells of roses and incense. He smiles like he always smiles. 'Gorrow, I believe you wanted to train as a paladin?'

I nod. 'Do you think I could?'

'A paladin is unswerving in his devotion to the Church.

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