Nish: We have enough hands now to finish your hall.
Boksi: And about time, now here's my booze for barter.
Nish: How about that roast there instead?
Boksi: This little roast? When all this drink is up for grabs?
Nish: Right, that will be my fee. We'll begin in the morning!
Tradebeard: Aye boy, you're right. There is a dead dwarf on the roof. Bricked himself into the chimney from the looks of it. But I recognize those shoes.. what tragedy this day brings! Rusty is dead!
-The dwarves gather for Rusty's internment, the Haulers Guild carries the body to an Orthoclase coffin-
Reg: Fitting that we bury him here, in the magma channel. He worked so hard to found this hall, and now he rest in its fiery belly.
Vucar: And what of his Guild? I'd place a bet that his apprentice Ingish has never touched an anvil.
Reg: Who can say, or know.
-The human caravan arrives-
Tradebeard: At last. What kept you last year?
Coni: Would *you* travel for two months into the wilds, just to buy a handful of rock figurines and rat skulls? Speaking of which, lets see your best wares.
Tradebeard: Well. A shame you missed last year when we had goods to sell, I'm afraid..
Nish: I have something that might interest them!
-He pulls out a fine roast, oozing with syrup and sugar. The trader's eyes glaze over with hunger and the trading commences-
-Nil speaks up at the fountain-
Nil: My friends, as you know there have been a few accidents recently. Nutsy will recover from hers but we may not be as lucky next time. Danger abounds and as poor Rusty learned the hard way, facing it alone can be tragic. I have four war dogs, waiting for masters. With a trusted friend at your side you can once again feel secure.
Other news:
Nish bought 3 iron bucklers for the Fighters, in exchange for a guard posted ouside the Construction Hall. Nish also bought 6 barrels of milk. General supplies were bought for the whole fort.