Felsite 1052
Best. Day. Ever.
Quite apart from the fact that we have more than 20 new citizens, no doubt they heard of my fate here and pitied me, two of them.
Are.
Brewers.
I won't have to drink the so called "ale" that our untalented idiots make. Refinement is on it's way! Soon there will again be a market for my quite breathtaking ability as a thresher. Oh, this provincial backwater thinks I am better off in the military, but I won't do it.
Those other two can hit each other with wooden swords as long as they like, I'm just going to wait until there is threshing to be done.
Jan understands. He's my only friend. The rest of them can go topside for all I care. "We don't need a thresher. I don't care you're a high master. Pick up that sword". I won't. They can call me militia all they like, I'll just stand at the back and watch.