Weaver went mad from no access to cave spider silk for a mood in one of my dracon fortresses. No big loss, I already have enough weavers.
Here's what happens when I follow a particular fortress resident too closely in a creative mood when I should be asleep.
After the guards stationed near the workshop noticed that she would be no threat to anyone they unlocked the door and let her go about her final days as she wishes. She was a recent migrant, and hadn't made anything more than a passing acquaintance. And it was a fortress of more than 200 Dracon so the fortress basically went about it's business unaffected. She walked through the halls babbling and went down the stairs to the main hall dancing around a support drooling for a little while before she wandered over to an idle peasant and began crawling around at his feet.
The peasant, disturbed by this, eventually figured that that rope reed bracelet on the other side of the hall really needed to be moved to a stockpile and the weaver payed no mind to the peasant leaving continuing crawling around the hall floor for some time after.
Then in a fit of inspiration she climbed the stairs to the top floor of the main hall and jumped off. she fell 6 z levels and somehow failed utterly to off herself. Ending up only with mangled left and right arms, right leg, a busted up wing, and tail, no injuries at all to anything even remotely vital. How she managed to injure all those limbs in one fall was anybody's guess, nobody in the hall was paying attention.
After the amazing dive into solid rock she left her puddle of blood to be cleaned by one of the homeless idlers desperate for 5 coins, and started taking off articles of clothing on top of a decorative support pillar. I imagine in some strange, bloody and mangled striptease. She dropped a sandal and her cap before she passed out putting the spectacle to a quick end.
Waking up every so often she climbed up the hall stairs again, but instead of crawling off the side again she was heading towards the residential areas and the party hall babbling incoherently and drooling the whole way. Nobody paying her any heed as she crawled down the heavily trafficked hallway and green glass bridge, only occasionally acknowledging her presence by stepping over her. Every day she had made a little more progress towards the party hall. As she passed the fortress barracks the military occasionally made bets on how many lengths she would travel overnight, collecting when the military returned for morning sparring and archery practice.
But she didn't care about any of that, she could see the party hall, and the statue in the middle of it. The artifact statue looked impressive, despite being made of the valuable, but dull looking starmetal. But again that didn't matter, even from here, from the other side of the bridge leading to the hall she could see it. A spider. A small little spider, not even a cave spider, a simple unknown surface spider no bigger than a pinky claw, of an unknown species had made a web on the statue. The web would be destroyed from time to time, but the spider always remade it. That is what she was after, the wonderful silk.
Finally she had reached the statue, and she climbed up using her one good arm and grabbed at the web. The spider ran and hid inside the crevices of the statue as she grabbed the silk. She had it, she could finally finish her dream!
Larikc Ulharunsioothrikc, Weaver has died from thirst.