So much clutter... crafts... clothes... Ever since the previous human caravan died in the siege, we've been anxiously waiting for the next one by doing what we do best: Production. Autumn has come and passed us by with no dwarven caravan. We've outwaited the winter and another siege like so many hibernating animals do. Spring has arrived and while the lack of elves has filled us with satisfaction, we've also been deprived of another chance to haul off our junk. The stockpiles have been rising in height day after day. The recent slaughter of the spear pit survivors has contributed even more to the gargantuan mountain of clutter. Summer comes, but the doors to the stockpiles can't hold off the immense pressure laid upon them by the clutter for much longer. Our eyes, tired and weary after having watched the horizons for a year and a quarter, are telling our minds that this will be another season without a caravan. In an act of desperation, the factories will remain silent for the rest of the year while we barricade the doors to the stockpiles.
But wait! What's that on the mountain? Can it possibly be- It's a goddamn human caravan! At last! 1.25 years of waiting has finally paid off! Everyone are to haul the goods to the depot immediately. Everything in the stockpiles, hallways, every nook and cranny that can be classified as clutter is going. The traders have arrived at the depot. The Cleansing has begun.
Alas, the sheer volume is too much for the drunken dwarves to handle. Autumn is approaching and the humans' patience is running out. At the end of the day, we only managed to sell off about one third of the clutter. The traders announce their departure and thus Towerrocks enters another period of waiting. Another period during which the factories will remain silent, once again.