Journal of BurnedToast. 25th of Slate.
Today more poor souls reached our home.
I informed the Captain, but he said he was busy with that bloody labyrinth, and to take care of it.
Magni interrupted me as I was greeting them, showing off his wooden idol figurine.
He told me he'd named it Crimsonship. I don't know why, it wasn't red, nor was it a ship.
It's a mystery I guess.
He tells me he feels like he can craft just about anything, so long as it was made from wood.
I told him this was just lovely considering we were drowning in the stuff.
He proceeded to tell me that there wasn't much wood when he was grabbing some.
I told him I was being sarcastic and to stay away from the bloody wood, or so help me...
I think he got the point after shoved him back inside. With my foot.
We have received:
1 Animal Caretaker (Welcome to the Military)
1 Woodworker (hooray. Welcome to the wonderful world of engraving!)
1 Miner. According to the Captain, we have a near infinite amount of mining left to do, so she should come in handy.
1 Clothier (Welcome to the Fortress Guard!)
1 Engraver. (Apparently also a near infinite amount of work for him).
1 useless peasant (who also happens to be a social outcast. Since the fortress guard is now at quota, she'll be the first member of the Royal Guard.)
1 Tanner. (Welcome to the Royal Guard)
Some notable individuals were: