"What is your name?"
"Zuglar Idenmat, though my friends call me Zug."
"What are your skills?"
"Sir, I have made cheese for thirty years. Before me, my mother made cheese. And her mother as well. And her mother's mother, my great grandmother, was the first dwarf to milk an antelope. And do you know what she did with that milk? She made cheese from it! I have made every kind of the cheese there is, from blue to sour and even the kind with little maggots in it. I have sold cheese wheels worth more than all the wealth in this fortress. To sum it up, I am an expert in the field of cheese."
"Do you have two hands?"
"I . . . what?"
"I said, do you have two functioning hands? Any history of nerve damage?"
Zuglar looks down at his hands, who wave back at him in a profoundly functional way.
"I uh, yes to the first question and no to the second. But I can assure you, one can easily make cheese with just one arm, I used to know a guy in my hometown who did just that! His name was Gode-"
"That's enough, thank you." With a solid
thwack, the lone dwarf behind the long desk stamps a thin paper, which is then signed and place into a waiting pile to the side.
"Our migration officers have concluded their review of your information. You have been volunteered for the axe militia. You can pick up your gear on the third floor, near the smithy. Due to a need for cohesion between soldiers, you will not be assigned private quarters and will need to collect any other belongings and bring them to the first floor barracks. If you have any questions talk to Asën, your captain. Thank you and have a nice day."Zuglar, who is so shocked he cannot move or speak (though he could probably make cheese, such is his skill), is then grabbed by a waiting burly-dwarf and kicked out of the room.
"Next!"Journal of Salmeuk, Administrator - Mid Spring 177I don't have much time to write, as I have another round of dwarves to interview. But this recruitment is going well - as I expected, half of the workless dwarves are fit for military duty. Some of them are even trained soliders! They are a lazy lot, but most are strong enough to take a beating. The other, weaker dwarves are being placed into one of four standardized roles, either laborer or craftsdwarf, or farmer or smith. Simply put, we don't have time for beekeeping, nor cheesemaking, nor any of the other more willowy kinds of pursuits the less practical types get up to back at the mountainhome. At least, that's what Zon tells me. She says, 'More soliders! More weapons! The goblins are coming!' and who am I to argue? I've never even _seen_ a goblin, and frankly I hope I never do. Why do you think I married Zon?
I must go, but take note - this job is not as difficult as I imagined it would be.
Journal of Salmeuk, Administrator - Late Spring 177Working with our architects, we designed an insulated cavern pasture for our grazing animals in the event of a siege.
Construction continues down at the forges. The structures are mostly complete, but none of the ore and fuel has moved yet.
A small stoneworks has been located near the forges.
I talked with the mechanics, and they have been busy expanding our cage trap defenses. There was mention of a second layer of traps, as well.
Summer has arrived.
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Had a busy week, now that it's the weekend expect an update later today 
Don't really blame you- I'm pretty sure it's been a hellish week for everyone.
Tell me about it, I live in Seattle, it's a bit crazy around here to say the least. Luckily I've got DF to keep me busy inside.
here, suggest to me a new name for our hammerdwarf squad! I made two new axe squads, The Black Axee and The Crescent Blades, while Zon's Razor is a speardwarf squad.
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