-= 9 YFS =- "I'm sorry to disturb you, Mx Mayor, but we have a problem." "Does this have to do with the dredging of the watchtower?" Phyllis winced. "Perhaps indirectly." "Indirectly? How's that? The watchtower looks magnificent, better than it has since our founding. We have actual office space for our city officers. These dwarven immigrants work for a treat, and they have a gift for earthworks." She exhaled loudly, steeling herself for the awkward delivery. "Yes, it's a nice change from the wooden shacks we started with. Especially after that fire in 2BYFS." "Indeed. So what appears to...