The caravan finally arrived. Coming down the valley heading towards the glorious looking wall that marked the east entrance to the fortress. They were greeted by the sound of a thousand voices reverberating off of the canyon walls screaming, "FOOD!" Followed by all of the fortress residents pouring out from the gate, piling into the wagons and immediately scarfing down all the meat to be found. Entering the fortress the ground is littered with picked clean animal bones and fairy skeletons covered with what looks like teeth marks.
Fortress survived until the caravan arrived. Noone starved. Though the majority of the fortress was hunting for vermin after awhile. A hoarde of unarmed peasants managed to take down an elephant, which was probably the diffrence between life and death. Lost 6 unskilled migrants to hunting.
Also as an oddity, when the caravan arrived I suddenly found a bunch of cyan Ms lying around in the refuse stockpile. Not recognizing the symbol I look at it closer. Mermen corpses...a whole slew of them.
I have no idea where the merman corpses came from. I doubt any hunters could fetch them from the water, and noone had any crossbows at any rate. But according to my residents they are 'delicious' and it is apperantly all that matters to them.
@Architect: It was the first caravan of the fortress. No requests happened yet, so it was all luck of the draw at the time. This caravan I just got has plenty of food this time.