Payment Withheld

Begging your pardons master |c, it’s just that these fellows are fit to drive a man mad! Verena give me justice, look at the mess they’ve left! Crates arranged in some cryptic message, grain sacks strewn about like leaves in the wind! This is no way to properly organize our supplies! I offer the dwarfs a sack of the Moot’s finest tobacco to sort the mess but the lazy lot says I’m withholding payment for fair work! Fair work! I can’t handle this mess!

The Empire official seems a bit unnerved by the wanton distribution of supplies across the station platform. Speak with the dwarf below about cleaning up the mess in the name of peace.