Twelve visitors! And one mercenary.
Edit: I overheard Tobul Kadôllitast, the bowyer, saying this:
In life, you should work hard. Then work harder.
What a dwarven sentiment! She's made dozens of wooden crossbows, as per the Mountainhome's request. Seems there's a need for a civilian militia. Hope the fighting doesn't come this far south...
Edit:
The best way to get what you want out of life is to work for it.
Fourteen visitors: four poets/bards (here to perform), six warriors (here to relax), and four scholars (here to do research and discuss mathematics).
Here in Clockworks the Praises of Toads, not much work is left to do before winter, so the population sings, dances, does scholarly whatever, and prays.
Our resident scholars are now discussing the moon's path.
Ah! A scholar has written a philosophy book, similar to Aristotle's (IIRC), about the relations between objects and their properties! Scribes, to the pen and quire! Copy this masterpiece!
Edit: Eight scholars, three bards, six warriors, and two more residents! A bard and a poet.
Edit: Edem got drunk and starved to death on a tree. Wait, no, dehydrated to death. When the tree was chopped down, the woodcutter felt "nothing" after seeing the corpse fall! Finally, the time of "stressed b/c saw some random sentient being die" has gone!
Edit: Eleven scholars. Now we will make the greatest library in the world!