Over in Yawningknife, the towering, wooden monstrosity known as the Oily Rag Tavern & Boarding House has been doing a roaring trade. Many interesting characters have been attracted to its storied and vomit soaked hall, from far and wide.
Right now, what appears to be a legendary human swordsman has just shown up. Hope he asks for residency, because otherwise...welcome to the Hotel California, biatch!
Another recent visitor of note was the human Wereiguana, Papos Wishoejed. He sadly passed away during a wrestling match with two dorfs. Both of the chaps took a damn good raggng and a bite or three apiece. Presently, they reside in a pair of hastily constructed gimp-holes, situate under the Justice Building. Having been bitten by an enormous Wereiguana, they dutifully turn into an extremely skinny, and a scrawny Wereiguana, every full moon.
The Bronze Heaviness will be accepting further recruits once the brick-built Isolation Tower, incorporating the Infection Chamber and Screaming Hole, is complete.
Thought one of the neighbors resident at the nearby tower was going to pop in for tea but, disappointingly, he shat himself at the last minute and scarpered before he reached the cage traps and hammerdwarves.
All in all, the place is in fairly good shape to meet an attack, considering there are no contiguous walls on the surface. The dorfs have been forced to survive topside pending the penetration of the flowing aquifer a couple of zeds below surface. A magnificently sloppy undertaking that has wasted countless dorf-hours and seems poised to continue to do so.
For the time being, anyone moods for uncut gems, they get fed to the iguanas.