Diary of Lawec Abankizest - 21st Slate 257Elves! Elves from Thiliri Lidava (which, I'm told, means 'The Shores of Romance' it's no wonder many Dwarves think the Elves are all sissy tree-huggers). Sava proposed to craft some bone bolts for me crossbow, so Ilral had no reason but to lift the ban on me hunting (providing I was always armed, did not go towards the magma pool, and kept a shield with me at all times) so there I was, hunting mountain goats when suddenly I stumbled into a pair of Elves leading donkeys and horses. They stared down at me, not saying a word until I introduced myself. Turning their noses up in an irritating way, they told me their names were Nine Cironovinena and Mafi Yiceomo. They had learnt from a Dwarven caravan that we were out here and wanted to trade, so I led them back to the fortress.
That's when things went a bit...interesting.
Ilral was the first one to come out and greet them, directing them to out depot where they could unload. She then ordered the rest of us to bring out the small cache of crafts that Sava had been making throughout winter, as well as the narrow clothes and weapons of several kobolds that had been poking around Niltosed. That's when Hetros went...insane. Upon seeing the Elves, he threw down the scepter he was carrying and bellowed something incomprehensible. He charged towards the Elves, but Jurvana tackled him down and managed to drag him into the fortress where she locked him in his room. I don't know what his anger towards the traders was about, but it provided an interesting scene at any rate and gave us all a hearty, if surprised, laugh, except for the Elves, who were quite pale.
After that show, trading went on as normal, Sava bought some barrels of that weak Elven booze, good for when you don't have strong Dwarves booze but don't want water I suppose. We got a shock when Ilral ordered him to buy a particularly ferocious-looking grizzly bear! I don't know what plans she has for it, but it's in a cage at the entrance for the moment.
After the Elves had left, Hetros was freed. He was visibly angry about the entire experience, and kept muttering to himself. I tried to cheer him up, and I think I managed to, to some degree.
Soon after the Elves' departure, we got some migrants! Word from the caravan must've reached Nibeshsolon and more came to join us. Ilral was, to put it lightly, ecstatic. She insisted on greeting each one personally, by the end of the count we had had 16 more Dwarves join us, one of them, a farmer named 'Fortis', stood out quite a lot, considering his unnatural height.
With the influx of Dwarves, our farm is finally up. Six of the migrants agreed to tend to the lot, growing plump helmet for food and booze, and pig tail for cloth. Most of the other migrants have been put to their respective jobs, or made to work as miners or masons. Ilral has also had new, larger rooms cut out down below, she claims the noisy and cramped quarters we currently have are 'grossly inadequate'. The current bedrooms are to be made into a large meeting hall.
28th Slate 257After months of pestering, Ilral has finally given in to Rice's demands for the floors to be smoothed. Haspen, Rice, and one of the new migrants (a stoneworker I'm told) have been put to work smoothing all of the floors and walls. With our growing population, Ilral decided it would be important that she spend as little time bookkeeping as possible, and has appointed Solon Katthirreg, a grouchy skill-less Dwarf, to the role of bookkeeper. The question of someone to keep the order also arouse, and, surprise, surprise, Jurvana has been appointed 'Sherriff'. It's amazing what sucking up to authority will do... In other news, Hetros has been routinely disappearing during the day, and won't talk of where he's going. Maybe I should follow him?