Diary of Salmeuk, Undated Entry
Another year has passed, though it felt like two. And what exactly have we accomplished?
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You'll have to ask another dwarf, as I am uncertain. Soon after Gwolfski took the position of overseer we started digging new tunnels. He kept mumbling about some "project" or something, and a year later we're still unsure as to what exactly he meant. To be fair, he did recruit a sizeable squad of marksdwarves, though their progress has been less than ideal without an excess of trees to carve bolts from.
There were a number of deaths, all unexplained. I would wake up and, after a fairly uneventful morning carving stone doors or whatever, be informed that yet another dwarf had been found dead. And yes, I was certainly a bit worried after seeing so many perish for mysterious reasons, but I also noticed that it was only the newer dwarfs who were dying.
All things considered, the more dwarfs that die the less likely it is that "The Cistern Incident" will come to light. The well started to stink soon after that unfortunate accident, but I blamed it on the stagnant lakewater and no one seemed to mind. We were starting to produce good beer at that point, anyways.
I saw another tortoise out by the stream. I was truly drunk at this point, mind you, but I swear to god it was dumping some sort of poison in the water. Luckily for us, that tortoise failed to realize it was downstream from the bridge. I imagine you wouldn't have a very good sense of direction if all you ever did was plod around aimlessly while looking for cabbages or whatever.
I am wary of this next year.
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