Back into the mountain!
I'm almost starting to prefer goblins to dwarves.
See, the thing is, when a goblin or two appears on the horizon, there might be someone ends up injured, but unless they're Reg, Anita will see to them quickly, and probably even cure them. Then everyone is in the mood for beer, and they can appreciate what I do with these plump helmets.
There are often requests for me to read the tasting notes I prepare - though goodness knows why.
Somber Granite
"A deep, brooding hunk of an ale, grasping you with its awesome strength, and holding you helpless against its long, well defined body"
It's almost the opposite when a bunch of dwarves show up nowadays. I mean, there were those days when we needed dwarves with skills - that's why I'm useful, they couldn't even afford to bring a proper brewer when they set off - but now? The latest bunch of idiots has barely two skills to rub between them, and I'm still required to supply them with booze.
MSL (Miscellaneous Sedimentary Layers)
"This complex, interesting ale will intrigue you with its many facets, seducing you with a promise of great bounty hidden beneath those surface layers"
And when booze is short, noone is happy - I swear I saw Ludwig slipping out of the still with a mug of fresh Somber Granite. Ludwig! As if he didn't just have to ask...nicely. anyway, the point is that I'm snowed under making cheap booze to keep everyone going, and I can't work on the masterbrews that I long to make!
On top of that, my promised bedroom is delayed, because all these bloody immigrants mean there's no room, and the miners are completing the cistern system up above. Water! Pah!
Still, Tigerpixie seems happy - I've seen her following the new immigrants around, eyeing them up - anyone without a skill will soon start learning axecraft, I'm fairly sure.
Secret Cavern Crystals
"This shining heroic brew will capture you with an entrancing and spicey taste, lifting you upwards on it's gently effervescant delights, and building to a drawn out, but unforgettable finish"
I have plans though. I'm going to ask Persephone for an extra still, then lesser brewers can work on satisfying the masses, and I can go back to my art. I expect I will...wait - is the ceiling wet?
It is, isn't it? Oh my god - it's dripping.
Um...We should leave.
Quickly.