[align=center]The Weaveress and the First Wife in the Harem, by Uhr-Kulmbizharr[/align]
Once upon a time, there was a weaveress working at home in her household, together with neighbour women. She had a natural talent for her craft, yet would chatter and gossip from dawn till dusk if she could, hampering her workpace. One day, the first wife in the harem of a Sorcerer-Prophet paid the weaveress in advance for a splendid fabric intended for a dress to wear at Bullfeast.
“I expect the very best cloth seven days in advance of the festivities. You will weave fire and lightning patterns into the hem. Waste not your time, but work diligently,” ordered the first wife.
“Yes, my lady,” replied the weaveress.
Yet the weaveress gossipped and talked day and night whilst she weaved, and the fabric was not finished at the appointed day.
“You gabby swine!” snapped the first wife in the harem.
“I will repay you in full, my lady” said the weaveress.
“No. I paid for a tissue for my dress, and you will provide one,” said the first wife, and flayed the weaveress alive to sew her skin into a dress. For such is the fate of those who would while away their time with idle talk, and neglect their talents by working too little.
- The Weaveress and the First Wife in the Harem, by Daemonsmith Uhr-Kulmbizharr the Blind, the renowned Chaos Dwarf author of fable stories during the foundation of Zharr-Naggrund*
* Clothes made from the flayed hides of beasts or sapient beings such as Greenskins and Ogres, and even misbehaving Chaos Dwarfs, are not uncommon amongst the Dawi Zharr. The sight of your kinsman’s flayed skin is a terrifying one, yet not without beauty and meaning in the Chaos Dwarf mindset. After all, it is a visible marker of your fulfilled ability to dominate others.