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A) Improve food

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Ultor rallied his fellow dwarven kin at the mouth of the gaping tunnel leading far below.
He crafted himself a great speech, and spoke with his kin, trying to morally support them in these great, troubling times of new beginnings. He made it clear that he understood their feelings, where the Dwarves once had unending mines and supplies, they are now stuck with dwindling food and water- however, he attempted to rally them under one common thing all Dwarves enjoyed: A feast!

He encouraged them heavily and in the end they all rushed to the forest below the mountain in order to claim their feasty rewards and solidify their natural standing amongst the animals of the forest.

A Dwarven saying goes: "With hammer and axe in hand no dwarf is stoppable: dumb or foolhardy"
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As the newly created terrace farms are being tended by a pair of Blacksmith workers, there are still trouble to be dealt with. Whilst the majority of the group are dwelling deep within the mountain, attempting to reclaim the wonder that is dwarven tools, the food supply still needs to be improved and dealt with. Ultor began to gather the men and women who weren't tending to the farms, or their newborn children. He spoke true, and many agreed with him. "We have crafted wonderful farms, once we crafted towering statues, fashioned out of the earth itself; the earth used to bend to our wills- now we need to survive, however." He became silent, just as silent as those around him. He let them take in his words before he continued on.

"I know that many of you look back on our great past, one of gold and riches beyond belief. Now, though, we must look beyond our past and live in the present. We have dwindling food supplies- where we once had great meals and feasts every day, we are now left with regulated meals and drinks." Ultor ended his second segment as he was met with nodding and silent agreement within the crowd of dwarves below him. "We are warriors- let us take our riches by hand! Let's forrage the forest, slay the beasts, and have see to it that we can have great feasts once more!" 

Ultor raised his hammer, one which was broken and trashed to disbelief- one hammer which had seen many things. However, he was not alone. The dwarves roared aloud, raised their axes and hammers of numerous appearances- a custom is for each dwarf to bring with them his/her own axe from their own house. They were all broken and battered: as were their armours.

"To the woods, my kin! Make the beasts fear us tonight!" 

The dwarves rushed to the forests, prepared to take on each beast they would come across, with their great experience and unified will, surely they would return ripe with reward.
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