Towards the end of Spring, the dwarves had gathered above ground and were discussing their main common interest: politics. Leaders, rulers, martial law and hereditary succession were all debated, discussing sometimes the principles, sometimes that which related directly to their new fortress. Eventually Emmanovi stepped forward.
"Ladies and gentledwarves, debate is a cornerstone of our democracy. However, I feel that at these early stages, our time would be more productively spent discussing our plans for the next season. I've just been down to the food stores, and there's the most ungodly stench eminating from some rotting corpse or other. I think we need a dedicated refuse area, sealed off with a double door system. The double doors will help ensure the miasmatic clouds do not escape, and we should situate this pile away from the busy areas of the fort - except, of course, any crafting workshops, where the bones and shells can be put to good use."
He glanced around at the dwarves seated around him.
"And another thing - just look where you're all sitting! This is our workshop space, out in the cold open air. This is no place for the average dwarf! If we were attacked, these would be quickly lost and we would be trapped inside. These should be relocated underground at some point, well out of harms way. I believe Grail drew some plans - they look exceedingly practical, they should save a lot of effort in the long run."
Then he shuffled his feet and looked nervously around.
"And unless I'm very much mistaken, something knows we're here. I don't know what - I don't recall anything on the maps of the area - but I would very much like to get some above ground walls sorted out for defense. For now, just some walls around this area between these two hills would be good, as Legon suggested. Once we have this basic barrier, we can build up later to a second level with fortifications and suchlike, maybe even towers..."
Emmanovi's eyes glazed over as thoughts of military companies valiantly defending strongly built walls clouded his mind, prominent amongst them a stalwart, brave figure wearing green-yellow robes, with the moon shining down upon him. Shaking his head, however, he cleared these thoughts and turned to the task of democracy.
"Anyway, what does everyone else think?"