From the travel logs of Iñi Ulotosi, wandering Human Swordsman
From the moment I descended underground into Fishbanners, I felt uneasy.
Entrance to the colony takes you through a massive hallway, 40 feet across and the length of a polo field. Staring you in the face throughout the entire walk are two enormous wooden ballistae at the far end, seemingly ready to go off at a moment’s notice.
Once I got inside, the situation there didn’t help my mood. A pepper-haired old dwarf named Adil Amtosid is nominally in charge of defense in Fishbanners (and consequently its ballistae), but I never got to talk to him—he sounded half a lunatic as he refused me, never looking up from his secret project at the leather works. Even the other dwarfs don’t seem to know what he’s up to.
The others don’t seem bothered. They spend their time drinking and listening to poetry and music in the common area, unconcerned with a massive amount of work orders piling up that their manager yells at them about.
I think I won’t dwell here long.
