SEND WAVES OF AUTISM TO THE DEITIES OF WAR FOR DETERMINING THE LOCATION OF MATERIALS FOR POTENTIAL ARTIFACT WEAPONS
It’s worth finding at least a spoon for self-defense. Or a pick, we are supposed to have it now.
Go back to the fortress / find weapon / We must still see Olin / find the blue paint and smear in it whole to look like a ghost
Return to wife, fulfill marital duty and gather more information about local life
Roll like a barrel to Olin and ask about work

You decided to carefully prepare for the trip up, so you returned to the halls of the Republic. It would not hurt to acquire weapons and you tried to use your dwarven telepathy in order to find materials for making artifact weapons. The deities of war whispered to you that artifacts can be made from shit and sticks. You haven’t learned anything new.
Well, since there were only miners all around, you had to get hold of at least a pick. You returned to your wife in the kitchen:
- Sedil, I’ve thought about it, but how are things with the fulfillment of conjugal duty in the Miners Republic?
She was mincing plumphelmets:
- The offer is certainly interesting, but remember about it when we are allocated our own room. And when there is bed in it. Have you ate?
- Yes, I ate ... thank you, - you scratched your turnips, - then I should already start digging. And, you know, I probably should thank Olin for ... well ... that we are alive. Where can I find him?
- They are now in the caverns, - Sedil wiped her hands. - Take a pick in the warehouse near the stairs down. And remember - look around! Some kind of creature constantly appear in the caves.
- Шэll be careful, - you nodded, -And do they have here ... we ... have blue paint somewhere?”
- Paint? Oh, there’s even no soap! What are you talking about...
- Well, I'll be on my way.
- Yeah, bye.
You turned and stepped away, but at the last moment your wife caught you by the hand, turned and kissed you. Good thought got stored in your socks.
Having found the desired warehouse and choosing a pick, you went down the cascade of stairwells to the first level of the caverns. From everywhere lonely metal blows on the stone came - the drifters conducted reconnaissance. Below the slope, near the water, a bonfire and a detachment around it were visible. You came closer:
- Olin Adagfeb?
One of the soldiers turned around:
- Likot Ubendeb ... How did you get here?
Yes, it was that dwarf who met you with Shorast and Tok in a tunnel under a human village. From behind the steel grate, he laughed at you and wished you a quick death.
- I went down the stairs, - you pointed a finger over your shoulder, - I wish you to be useful to the new society. Is there anything?
He stroked his beard:
- Yes. There is always a job. Go into that tunnel and dig forward. If you find something - let me know.
- How long do I dig?
- Well, yill you fall down from fatigue. Then a short rest and back to work.