All of the dwarves were in agreement as far as needed supplies from this caravan. Booze, of course, was first on the list (like that had ever been in doubt!). Surath also bought out the entire consignment of meats, and also noticed some forgotten plump helmets in the corner, which she promptly added to the trade as well. Although some of the dwarves were beginning to grumble about too many plump helmets, they did make some very good drinks.
In answer to Kroma's request, she took some of the cloth as well. Kroma was right, the war dogs always following her around made work harder for the others, and left the entranceway undefended. Ropes would be necessary.
Some leather was also traded for, as you never knew when it might be needed.
From the caravan, Surath requested more booze and lots of wood. After all, if Viktoria were ever to put her glassmaking skills to use, she would need fuel for the glass furnace. Kroma had requested, among other things, a pet goat, and Surath tried, but was uncertain of her success as the liaison hemmed and hawed and wouldn't commit.
When Viktoria asked Surath for a bracelet, Surath replied, "Ask Kroma to make you one, unless you want a specific material that we don't have?"
And to Kroma's request for a wooden instrument, "This is a dwarven caravan, with a dwarven liaison! What self-respecting dwarf would make anything out of wood! Do you think we're some kind of new-fangled Elf!?"
But when the liaison listed the Queen's requirements for the next export, Surath was in such a deep shock she could barely speak. The Queen wanted fish. Fish! From a desert outpost with not a drop of water, and she wanted fish. Surath decided not to ask for permission to return to the Mountainhomes, since the Queen clearly did not hold her in any favor. First the banishment to this hellhole, now requests for impossible things. For the fish were only beginning. She also wanted booze. According to the liaison, she insisted on booze.
"But we need every drop of alcohol we can find here! Without we will (literally) die!"
The liaison just shrugged his shoulders and said the Queen wanted booze.
When Surath recounted the meeting to the other dwarves, Viktoria said, "We should thank Armok for small favors. At least she did not ask for wood."
But the dwarves were in agreement that the Queen, who had never set food outside the Mountainhomes, clearly had not a clue of the realities of life in a small, struggling outpost.