"This job is really boring..." said a Dwarf with an ID hanging around his neck, as food crumbs fell from his beard onto the ammunition box at his feet.
The Dwarf opposite him wore a small cap and kept his head down, arranging bullets in the loader.
It's a very tedious job, organizing the bullets neatly in the loader, then pressing an empty magazine against one side of the loader, and using force to push down the other end of the loader to shove a row of bullets into the magazine.
After that, he must check the loading quantity through a small side opening, ensuring each magazine is precisely filled with thirty bullets; that's the rule, and any mistake calls for accountability.
Of course, they wouldn't be killed for making mistakes, but it would affect their rating. If they make frequent errors, they'll be sent to the low-income zone, doing the same work but receiving only two-thirds of the food "salary."
