What do we do with all these prisoners!? I got an idea: We're running awfully low on food and fuel for the fire. Sounds like a solvable problem, no?

Just once, I wanna sit around and take a hearty bite of my sandwich without the mountain ominously roaring in the background. The ground shook so badly that I even dropped my food. I mean, excuse me? I'm trying to eat here? Do you really have to huff and puff all the time? I thought this place would be far enough away from the winged beast, but somehow it still finds a way to bother me. The worst thing is that I dropped my sandwich on the overseer's head. Now I'm on bath scrubbing duty for the next two months. And my sandwich is gone. This is the worst.