Diary:
I wonder how Koreg will handle my choice of decoration in the party hall, considering that Onud has been churning out quite a few statues of his patron, some of which are less than flattering, and which I purchased quite excitedly. The one of Fearless Leader crying his little eyeballs out after being ejected from being mayor especially pleases me.
The clothing situation, while not COMPLETELY remedied, is now much better controlled, with sufficient reserve clothing that needy dwarves can select from either masterwork clothing or exceptional clothing at their leisure. My old "hovel", as the fearless leader called it, has been suitably stripped down in accordance with legal requirements for resale of the property, and my rather nice tower home is basically complete. I need a few more mechanisms to link the lever in my room at the apex to the bridges at the ground floor level. My home now boasts a room packed with beds for civil emergencies, two stills, a party room, my personal quarters, and on the roof I have moved the threshing workshops. The new basement is more than 50% larger than my old one, and I can grow substantially more ethnic crops now. I do wish that we could somehow obtain some rock nuts, but for some reason the old capital refuses to supply us with them. Perhaps they think that we cant grow them here, since we have openly asserted that we are a surface village, and not a proper dwarven mountain home? Who knows.
In either case, I have noticed that the fearless leader seems to think that Hostergaard's complete mental breakdown was somehow my fault, despite the poor soul having been haggard for at least two years prior to his recent, untimely end, and that his assignment as the dump manager (and all refusals to permit him a vacation, both from active military duty and from "cleanup detail") have come from fearless leader himself. If anyone is to blame there, I should think it to be Koreg, but as usual, that oaf cant accept that his shit smells of anything but rosewater and sunshine.
The caravan from the old capital DID have a number of interesting food products we were not actively cultivating however, including garlic and onions. Combined with peas, potatoes, and the wild carrots, we have quite a nice assortment of vegetables for our exquisitely talent chef to work with-- A process that has been uninterrupted my entire tenure. We have enough prepared meals to host the mother of all banquets, should we so wish. Many of which are legendary creations.
Three children matured into peasants this year. I have decided to grant them a short reprieve until the end of my tenure before assigning them to the drudgery that will consume their adult lives. Koreg is better at that kind of thing, and it suits my image better to let them be for the moment. Any one of which would make excellent material for bootstrapping an industry with, as each is fresh, and unspoiled by any existing notions of how things should be done, meaning that under the rules of our settlement, they are the most profitable prospects to utilize for such projects. I fully expect koreg to snatch up two of them. It should give him great pleasure to finally put them to work (for him.)
Only a few months remain in my tenure, and I admit that I did not get all that terrible much accomplished, other than further mitigation of the looming clothing disaster, but still-- that alone was a significant effort for the community.
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