By the way, what's with that suspended "Make iron guantlets/R" job?
Granite 20th
Ambidextrous has decided, at my suggestion, to expand his lodgings to accommodate additional fisheries. We have so much unprocessed fish going to waste, and such a deficit of food to make up, and so we need this expansion urgently. But materials must be requisitioned, and labor diverted from the housing project. That's the problem around here: everything is needed done urgently, but we have only so many hands...
In other news, though, trading with the elves goes well. I did not expect them to have much of use, but they had a small supply of various fruits, as well as several animals, all of which could help with our food situation. They also had a tame female grizzly bear, which may prove useful in other ways. For this, and not wanting to expend so many haulers when all hands are needed elsewhere, I paid for it all with just a couple pieces of our ironwork that were lying around.
Slate 2nd
One of our militiafolk, Zulban Geberith, has given birth to a lovely girl! Through the hard work of our fisherdwarves, cooks, farmers, and butchers, I am confident we shall be able to feed this new mouth. Construction is nearly complete on the Westernmost of the new tenements, soon they will be roofed and ready for five dwarves to move in. The next row is nearly ready to have the doors installed.
Slate 18th
The earthenworks housing project is more than halfway complete now. I feel like I've been idle with my hands a bit overlong and need more excuses to get away from the sounds of Tekkud, so I've been back at carpentry, helping my sponsor to fill the demand for cabinets. We're dreadfully short on them: many have taken to leaving their clothes about the floor, moldering and going to rags. Well, no more.
The Queen keeps demanding spikes, and we keep making them and melting them down. Such a strange, demanding woman, but I suppose it's good practice for our smith. She's had one of them installed in that grand room of hers, though, to admire.
Koreg's pet owl has been neglected for too long and seems to have forgotten its training. It's beginning to throw tantrums, making a huge amount of noise from its cage. I don't know when next a trainer will be able to stop by. Most of them are so busy hauling sandy clay...
Slate 23rd
I don't believe it: we've run out of logs. Somehow the trees marked for chopping never were! Still, no time like the present to fix that. At least we should have adequate charcoal for a while.