These fool humans don't even exactly know how to trade, heh heh.
I bought a ton of cheap leather for armor, some wood, booze aaand... wait, wait for it... here it comes... alsmost... a dog! Yeah! I'll order to train it as soon as the cage arrives and then make sure it guards the most important person in this fort (me).
Some other news: half of the wrestlers became elite. I poked a nose in their quarters and it looked like they're having some king of orgyes there, with clothes simple left on a floor around.
Everything seemed alright until we lost the Sheriff. He was hunting when a harpy chose him for a prey.
Our first casualty. RIP poor Lazyfrog, you will not be lost in vain. The dwarves that heard him screaming had come to help but it's already too late. Well, at least they're salvaing his belongings that could be used by someone else.
I appointed Iguana Ingishtorish to be our new Sheriff and strictly forbid him to hunt anything. We don't want to feed any more harpyes here, do we?
Not a day passed and we need another Sheriff here! I don't even know how that happened but it surely wasn't a fucking harpy this time:
At least, this time it's got what it deserved.
I bet, seeing all this happening in a matter of a few days, this human guild representative will refuse to leave until their next caravan comes, because the caravan had already embarked on a journey and the representative did not. And, well, of course:
The instant loss of two our fellow dwarves had affected everyone so deeply that everyone had to come out with their own means to handle it. Cheesedorf had organized a party in the dining hall, and LostEden was making something really secretive.
And she made a splendid... WHAT?!
We'll all get fucking insane in this place of death.
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