Utterly Mad

I'm into the final month now. Having to keep a close eye on the date because the change of season is VERY easy to miss.

"And that's how it is Salt." Said Chaosvolt. She'd chosen to have this conversation in Saltmummy's cramped office instead of anywhere else in the warren where just about any other kobold could hear and possibly butt in. Saltmummy sat at her desk with her chin on her chest, thinking. It was a lot to take in. Since she was very small she was told that she would be a shaman, and now Chaosvolt had just informed her that the whole job was a farce. "So you saying I not important?" Oh boy. "No Saltmummy. I'm saying your title is little more than an excuse to beat up on a few kobolds. Like that friend people keep around just to make fun of. That doesn't mean your unimportant though." Saltmummy looked up at her, "How I important then? If shaman is useless, then how I important?"
"For one," said Chaosvolt, "You make everyone feel better about themselves. For two, a lot of kobolds actually take the bone casting very seriously (this was a lie). For three though, the shamans are always taught about numbers. No one else really understands numbers except the broker. The shamans job is to count things and make sure we have things." Chaosvolt wasn't sure that would do the trick, but it was all she had to go with. To her surprise, it did. "Aya, kobolds bad with numbers. I count all day! I tell you how much mussel treasure we-" She was cut off with a gesture, "no no, that's alright. You get the point though. Life will get better, especially when you stop letting us throw "parties" for you." You know what, after you are done as leader, why don't you go teach people about... I don't know, whatever you want to teach them about. In the temple I mean. After you cast the bones in spring of course."