The Dungeon Inn - English

B02C13 - Commandant Potty

"Mia, where did you get the cat?"

"Oh, Albert, Marco gave it to me. Apparently she's making a fuss downstairs and he asked me to take her out and look after her."

"He made the right choice, but don't neglect your work because of it."

"Ugh, field work is sooo hard."

"Be glad we have the chance. Others would envy us."

"Hey Potty, where are you going?"

Potty had jumped down and was patrolling the field. Mia followed her.

"Has she already forgotten what I just said?"

Albert shook his head and got back to work.

"Hey Mia, what about the potatoes?"

"Oh, Winfried, Marco said we should plant them."

"Now in the fall? Isn't it too cold for them in the winter?"

"I can't tell you. I just repeated what Marco said."

"Meow!"

Potty ran to Winfried, who was holding a potato, and tapped the ground with one paw.

"Mia, can you translate?"

"She wants you to plant it."

"She wants that?"

"Marco said she plays around with it a lot. Maybe she wants to see how it is like with soil. There are probably only stones down there."

Winfried bent down and put the potato on the ground and pushed some soil over it.

"Hiss."

"Ouch!"

A paw with claws caught his hand.

"Hey, what's that for? You wanted me to plant it. Why are you attacking me for that?"

Potty started to dig a hole.

"She seems to want you to plant it deeper."

"What does a cat know about growing potatoes?"

"Hiss!"

Potty arched her back and then attacked Winfried.

"Ah, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that. Mia, help!"

"Haha, run, Winfried, run. You seem to have made her really angry."

Mia rolled around on the ground, laughing.

"Hey you two, we're not here for fun!"

Albert looked over at them, annoyed.

"Let them have some fun."

"Viktor, are you serious?"

"Life will kill them soon enough."

"Oh, I thought something had happened to you. Don't scare me like that."

After Winfried had run a few laps, Potty left him alone and devoted herself to digging holes.

When the others helped her later, she carefully checked the work. Anyone who didn't dig deep enough felt their claws.

Some time passed and Potty found all the running difficult. So she went to Mia.

"Meow?"

"You want me to carry you? Are your little legs tired? Well then come here, I'll gladly carry you around for a few strokes."

"Hey, Mia, don't use that as an excuse."

"Meow."

"Winfried, Potty says your hole isn't deep enough."

"She just meowed! How was that a criticism?"

"Are you doubting the statement of Commander Potty's assistant?"

"Commander?"

"Meow!"

"Final warning, or I have orders to punish you."

"Have we fallen so far that we're now letting a cat boss us around? Yes, yes, I'm digging deeper."

The Demis worked for a while longer and when they finally made their way to me, Potty was fast asleep in Mia's arms.

"And did it work out with Potty?"

"Oh yes, I'd be happy to pick her up again tomorrow. We had a lot of fun."

"Says the one who was spared."

"What does Winfried mean?"

"Oh nothing, he's just not a big cat fan. He'll get used to it."

I gave Potty to Sarah, who took her back to Hilda.

When I wanted to go upstairs after dinner to check on the progress, I noticed that I wasn't alone.

"Karl, what are you doing here?"

He had accompanied me upstairs.

"Woof."

Karl stood protectively in front of me and scanned the horizon.

"You want to protect me? But Sven is with me and the adventurers are also standing guard, that's not necessary."

Karl shook his head.

"Sir, maybe he's jealous of Potty. Because he's not allowed out and she is."

"Woof!"

Karl moved his head vigorously, shaking his whole body.

"Oh, I understand. Then of course you have the important task of accompanying me on my evening outings from now on."

"Woof."

Karl wagged his tail intensely.

Who would have thought that Potty and Karl would become rivals?

From that day on, Mia always took Potty with her to work in the fields and Karl would accompany me in the evenings while Sarah kept an eye on the entrance below. Both animals were happy. Potty also made it her business to go to the second level every morning and count the potatoes. And woe betide anyone who took one and put it somewhere else. They would feel Potty's revenge.

One evening, Paul came up to me.

"I saw that your cat was accompanying the Demis to the field."

"Ah yes, she got tired of the cave and really wanted to get out. That seemed to me the best way not to disturb the craftsmen."

"I understand. I didn't know you had a cat. So far I'd only seen your dog Karl. Do you have any other pets down there?"

"For the moment, just the carrier pigeon from the guild, but who knows what else will come to us or nest in."

"Oh. The carrier pigeon. We have to train you another one that the guild can then send to you. Then we can communicate better and don't have to send a group over every time."

"Another pigeon? Guess that's the way to go, as long as you provide the food, I'm fine with it."

"If you know another way, we're open to other options."

"Maybe later, when we have more traders coming through."

Paul discussed a few more details with me for the loft where the pigeons would be housed and then went back downstairs.

The field was making good progress thanks to Potty, but her presence would soon become a problem for me.