Urist McExpedition Leader scans the embark location, trees aplenty, a major river snaking through cutting a deep gash in the earths flesh, a minor stream fueling a small waterfall, excellent for building the nobles room and the dining hall behind ... Ahhh paradise.
He turns to his fellow Dwarves. "We have lots of work before us mates, you know your jobs, you have your tools. Miners, strike the earth!"
Sounds if bustling ensues as the dwarves tear into the wagon for their tools. Urist enjoys the sounds of his mate mingled in with those of the wind in the trees, the roar of the falls, otters and a clan of snapping turtle men playing in the stream.
The dwarves noise of work slowly turns into muted argument, the words not fully making it to Urists ears. "What in Sam Hell are you all bickering about instead of working?"
"Uh, sir, it appears we do not have picks in our supplies."
"I know that! We brought the raw materials to make them. Build a wood furnace, a smelter and a forge and make your tools."
The dwarf, a young yet dedicated clerk checked his list again and began to say something before being cut off by Urist. "Don't give me buts, judt do as I say!"
The dwarves began to work furiously, the shops were hastily thrown together, charcoal created and the smelter ...smeltering.
"Uh... Sir."
"What is it boy?"
"We cannot make picks sir. Instead of copper, we somehow had cassiterite ib our cargo..."
"Yes? I know we have cassiterite, its a copper ore, what do you take me for, a nitwit? A nincompoop?"
"Sir. Cassiterite is the only Tin alloy, to soft for tools sir. I sm afraid we will have to build a stockade of wood and pray the outpost liason arrives before the cursed elves..."
Doh!
Survived well, had 30 spiked wooden balls for trade by the time the first caravan came, which was 10 secobds or so after the exp. Leader went into a mood causing the liason to immediately leave upset. I have no idea why i brought cassiterite.