Eric cleans Egill’s Burg

Now don’t let me stop you. Start cleaning. The smell is still the same!”

I had no idea how many days I scrubbed, gathered, washed and cleaned. At first it seemed I would do that for the entire three month I was supposed to be here. I had made six or seven trips to the Shops buying a second and a third washing machine. Getting more cleaning agents and burning a mountain of garbage every day in his small yard, the Nanite garbage recycler was simply overwhelmed by the sheer volume.

But finally I had reached the last room in his building and sorted the clean laundry. Onto a long rack I had made of ropes and boards.

He had not spoken much in the entire time only to tell me to throw something out I was cleaning. “Don’t clean it. Get rid of it!”

He stood in the door and lifted his nose.”Smells real fancy now, won’t you agree?”

“Yes, it might be considered an improvement.”

“I am not sure if I should now start training you or tell you I got a big basement, no one has really cleaned in ages and the boat needs cleaning too!”