Reaching the harbour, Duncan nearly fell from the ship (due to how long he was in cramped compartments). Rubbing his back, he complained to Titus. "Old man, you know that I always get seasick when using ships, and thank Illumia that there are some Elves who knew some soothing spells, otherwise all you'd see would be an Elf drunker than a Dwarf who's coming back from his 19th cousin's wedding on a Thursday. Man I wish we had connected the transcontinental teleportation stations with the rest of the world..."
Wiping the last vestiges of vomit that lay on the side of his lips, Duncan tapped at Titus, signalling him to release his hands. "Damn it old man! Lemme go right this INSTANCE!"
Dropping him onto the floor, Titus rolled his eyes. "Alright, say what you want- the others are already laughing over there by the way..." Eyes growing in horror, he turned around, only to find the rest of his crew turned around, too busy hiding their smirks. Fuck my life! And there goes my reputation...
Groaning in despair, he slaps his head. Unwilling to ruminate any longer on his unmanly display, Duncan quickly tried to steer the conversation to the Jaffa factory. "Hey, how much do you think they've done by now? I hope they've done at least 70-80% by now..."
Speedwalking to the carriage, while trying to ignore the funny looks they were giving him, he overheard some snippets of what the people were talking near the dock.
"Hey, have you heard?"
"Yeah. Can't wait for the new product Silvertree Corporation is planning to sell. I hope it's a new variant of the shower gel they sell, cause I want one that's not for women!"
"Wait, you use that shit!?"
"Uuuhhh, I can explain..."
"Forget about manly Ms. Unmanliness over there, I'm more worried about the rumours that he's using those ghastly, unintelligent, monstrous, barbaric, dirty Beastmen for his buildings. You think it's gonna collapse anytime soon?"
"Huh, now that I think about it, I did see some flashes of bright blue fur as I was walking there..."
"Walking, more like stalking!"
"Hey, don't you say that! I saw you as well, peeking..."
And then the Human fisherman began pummelling the Dwarven Merchant in a fistfight, Duncan remained unfazed, for his mind lay elsewhere. Damn it, how much of a fuck up did those goofballs create!?
Getting on the carriage as fast as possible, he ordered the coachman to hurry up as fast as possible. "Damn it Speranto, push these horses as fast as possible!"
With a loud cry, the horses bolted towards where the (future) Space Centre lay...
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"Oi, look where you're putting those damn claws of yours, Wulfin cunt! You nearly chopped off my tail!"
"With or without, you'd still be a wuss. Just make sure that you bolt those steel pillars first before we start, otherwise our boss might, you know, krrrchh..."
"Hey, do you know where I'm supposed to put this, lemme see, 'Mixing Tub part 17'? Cause boss Shawn says he needs this to be put down as soon as possible, as we're 10 days behind schedule..."
As Duncan walked down the busy path, the now bustling area, where once there was nothing, now lay many Beastmen, shuttling to and fro across what appeared to be a giant hole, transporting various materials needed for the foundation of the Space Centre. He also heard some snippets regarding the Jaffa cake factory, which brought a smile to his face. Seems like everything is going well...
Despite the troubles he kept hearing, he never stopped smiling. He knew that without him, they'd fumble, for they had neither access to his wisdom, nor the Library of Alexandria.
All was going well
But one thing still bothered him...
As long she doesn't find out, I'll be fine-
"Hey hun~ Look at what I found~"
Fuck...
My...
Life...