Oh well. May as well play until I get an answer.
1st Granite, Year of Our Spine of Oil 503It's shameful how few drinks we have in this place, given that the fortress was started by a brewmaster. Anyway, I'm sure he's working overtime to...
Huh. Well, where is he? What's he doing that's so dang-blasted...
Seriously? Who told him to do anything other than brewing? That's a full-time job that requires a dwarf's undivided attentio...
DAMMIT. No. You won't be a one-dwarf show. Not on my watch.
Let it be known henceforth that the self-styled Brewmaster is heretofore assigned only to brewing.
Now then, on to further business... In the absence of further threat to the fortress, and in celebration of our freedom from the undead menace, let it be known that there shall be a new Dining Hall constructed! In the gleaming marble deep below the fortress, we shall construct a mead-hall of shining white walls, with statues, memorials, and the biggest damn booze stockpile this side of the mountains. Our current dining hall deep in the caverns is not only paltry, but hard to get to and potentially dangerous due to its access to the caverns.
Make it so!
Some skulking filth attempts to disrupt the smooth running of our fortress...
but is swiftly dealt with.
Note to self: must get proper weapons for militia. While amusing, it is dreadfully inefficient to club kobolds to death with wooden training swords.
I have instructed the mason to start making tables and chairs for the new dining complex, work upon which proceeds apace. Soon it will be time to put these so-called "Strat's Slaves" to the test, smoothing the noblest of stones (and a bit of microcline. Damn!)
End of Granite