Zorphius, you forgot to count some of the snatched children. At this point in the story I do not have any unclaimed children.
But fortunatly for you...
12th Malachite, The log of Rirdest Iragelu
Trade has been going well with these dwarves. The sheer number of skull totems they have is staggering. A veritable army of goblins must have died here to these dwarves. There is no other way to properly explain the mountain of skulls they traded us. We were happy to take them, of course, the craftsmanship on everything they offered was so good that the prince will be ecastic to resell them in his shops across the land.
The dwarves themselves are a pleasent folk, if a little isolationist. The children in particular are facinated by us, happily trading stories and nicknacks when Glacies isn't brokering deals with us. Glacies has recently brought me to their leader, a dwarf who calls herself Rikkir Esker, a last name that mean clear eyes. Looking into her face, it's throughly fitting. Unlike the rest of her kin, including her children, she has the clearest blue eyes I have ever seen, and the coldest. When I was introduced to her she gave Glacies and I one very long stare before dimssing us both with a wave of her hand. Glacies told me that she acts as a spiritual leader for most of the village, as well as their mother of over half of their population. I did my best not to show suprise at this. After all, my own people's history is filled with similar accounts of interbreeding for survival. Still, it's unsettling to talk to that dwarf. It's almost as if she isn't quite as alive as her children.
Speaking of children, not long after I left the presense of their leader did word come to the caravan that she had given birth to yet another child. Rumor has it, she had named him Zorphius.