7 Briggs,The Architect Part 1 (1/2)

It's been an hour since I offered Briggs a drink and he was already on his 4th mug. During that time frame, we told Briggs about the events of the last few days and how we ended up at The Drunken Sprite. He had a dwarven accent, which was also Scottish in a sense. He was 4'8”, bald, and currently sporting a great beard. Strong, stocky, and shorter than any other humanoid race, the dwarves were the ideal candidates for Dungeon Architects. According to Briggs, the dwarves are skilled builders who boast a strong tradition of courage and martial skill, as well as beautiful craftsmanship. Most of the dwarves in D2 were reincarnated from Orune but some were actually born here. Based upon a mix of merit and lottery, souls from Orune can be reincarnated into D2 to serve the Gods. Since they would never go hungry, sick, or poor while in D2, It could be seen as 'miniature heaven'. This was done to persuade the reincarnated residents to serve the Dungeon Masters and Gods to the best of their ability.

Briggs told me all of this up to his 4th mug. As he ordered his fifth 50 oz. mug of dwarven rum, he decided to ask me the serious questions.

”Let's get to yer punchline lads! Yer looking for an Architect to build yer dungeon?”, Briggs said.

”Yes! As we told you earlier, we haven't been able to find a good architect who met our requirements”, I said.

”Of course ye didn't. These pantywaists can't build ah damn wall if ye gave it to them! Haha!”. As the dwarven woman gave Briggs his fifth drink, he took a sip of the rum. ”It seems yer problem lies in yer demands. We are good builders but ye can't expect us to be carpenters at the same time! Do ya even have the DP points required to hire such ah person?”.

Now that we thought about it, didn't we spend 120 DP in this place? We only had 70 left to spend on an architect!

”Oi, Orai! Why didn't you tell me that we spent so much in this place? We still need to hire an architect!”, I said.

”What!? You're going to blame me? You ordered food too, big baller! Aren't you the one who ordered the Dwarven special for 30 DP?”, Orai said.

”Tch! Says the core who ordered 40 DP worth of food herself! Didn't you say you wanted to eat your stress away? Make sure all that fat doesn't go to your hips!”, I said.

As we argued and bickered over our Dungeon's finances, Briggs began to laugh.

”Hahaha! Yer quite ah pair of Dungeon Owners aren't ye! However, if ya agreed to buy me 10 mugs, then wouldn't that be almost all of yer DP?”, Briggs asked.

As I slowly turned my head to Orai, she lightly hit her head and said 'oops'. I grabbed her by the collar and shook her.

”You dumb Dungeon Core! I thought you were supposed to be intelligent! Why didn't you tell us that we were spending all of this DP in one place?”, I said.