Umbra Shalos waved and nodded to the passing Plainsman and his wolf
companion, inwardly wondering how he ever got into this mess. After all,
Umbra himself was not a Plainsman at all, but a Dark Elf. He muttered
something about "ruling in Hell" and considered writing a three-part epic
about the politics of the Outer Planes. Fortunately for the rest of the
world, he resisted that urge.
A peasant walked up to him, holding out his hand, "Feed me."
Sighing, Umbra handed the peasant some food. He hated the Plainsman
custom of the lord being directly responsible for feeding the populace, and
he hadn't yet had the time to set up a proper feudal system. Then he
remembered he was handing out double rations to improve morale, so he
handed the peasant another helping.
"Thanks, Lord Umbra! By the way, that tavern should be done soon. That
idea you had about fermenting grain was great! We're looking forward to
trying it out! Um, by the way, we need more wood and stone. Can you
drop some by sometime this afternoon?"
Umbra cursed silently, then picked up the handles of his hand cart to
head back to the castle. Mr. Wolf Companion was going to have a little
suprise promotion tomorrow, and he will get to do the hand cart! Either that,
or Umbra would have to invent a "feed five thousand" spell sometime...