Dwarves - Olin collecting materials
While several of the other dwarves gathered around a wheel-barrow and observed a strange object, Olin continued the basic routine he had mastered years before: lift, walk, drop. Soon, his cart was filled to the brim with chunks of unshaped stone; and, finished with his current assignment, the dwarf sat down for a break. Pulling a hatchet from his belt, Olin tested the blade against the rough palm of his hand. Truthfully, the dwarf was both bored with the common masonry and tired of the constant setbacks and arguments among the building party. He wished fervently that something - anything innormal would occur, to add some excitement to the dull work he was engaged in each day.
The thoughts were soon interrupted by an outburst from Barzun, who was beratting the group examining the object they had found. Just as well that I never bothered to see it; whatever it was, it is not at all interesting to our leader, and that is enough for me. Pulling himself upright, the dwarf grabbed the handles on his cart and slowly rolled it over to the filled caravan; waiting to be transported back to the camp. Returning to the site, he once again began the slow process of collecting materials for the new city; secretly wishing for something to happen. Something relatively violent.
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