5th Slate 16Just a few minutes ago, my friend Ral Orsharathel, the weaver, went simply mad. He just suddenly got all cheerful and inspired, exclaimed "I've got it!", and started seizing all our fine cloth. Before we know it, he had shoved his way to a workshop and started stitching furiously. I do hope he makes something lovely, that cloth has gems in it. Ah, but I guess every dwarf has a time in his life when he just has to
make something. Perhaps some day I shall make something for Noface, for his support.
Lord Reudh the Second has been getting fairly attached to his weapon lately. He carries it with him everywhere, even to the dining hall, and keeps talking about how wonderfully the spear is balanced. He even proclaimed that he shall never trade it for another weapon. Well, just as well, since there is no finer metal than steel for a sharp point.
Covema remains here, raising a stink with the Baron. It's got me thinking about the trees, though. Finding them out on the dry mountainside or in the tunnels, chopping them down, dragging them all the way back, sending people out into exposure and danger just to burn a fire barely hot enough to work steel... It's just so inefficient. And we just can't seem to find any coal here. Surely, there must be better fire somewhere...
7th Slate, 16Work on the top floor of the entryway is nearly complete. I've ordered some gem windows, since the building was lacking just a touch of grandness. Soon we shall build a roof, and move on to the central tower.
I've been noticing a lot of inefficiencies around here lately. Apparently someone set a large pile of mica down where I ordered cage traps and forbade it to be moved. I swear, nothing else seems to get me so much but... well, I shall persevere. It is my duty to correct such things, I suppose, and in my dream Dwarves shall live with no wasted time, as an example to all. When there shall be paradise...
Hmm, but so many little things to fix on the way.
9th Slate, 16Another of ours has moved on to another part of her life today. Ral Rurmonon is a little lady now, ready to work for our city. I don't quite know what to do with her. Perhaps she shall become a "Dockter" like her mother, or a mechanic like her father. I suppose she can help haul things for now, though.
12th Slate. 16Ral finished with that strange business of his. Well, I must say it's a beautiful rope. I can't think of a use for it, but really, such a thing is meant to be treasured and not used. A bit strange, old Ral.