1st Granite
For some reason, the previous ruler, who saw fit to name himself TKGP, has chosen me as the next overseer of the fort! Well, somebody must have recognized the brilliance in my crafts; the technological mastery which easily outshines the "beauty" of the so-called "legendary" Dwarves. I already have a plan formulating... yes, it's perfect. My rule will be the greatest yet.
2nd Granite
I have given my orders; the miners stopped the exploratory mining, and instead mine for - well, what I want. I also looked at the work schedule. About half of the population was partying in the dining hall! That was unacceptable, so I immediately called a halt to the frivolities and ordered everybody to get to work. (Note: I do not trust the Dwarves here enough to illiterate on my grand scheme; this diary, as hidden as it is, may still be stolen.)
14th Granite
Construction continues; the first three floors are complete.
Elven traders have arrived. I bought all the booze they had.
2nd Slate
Bearded Elf, I forgot to add the detail! The floors are being dismantled as I write.
12th Slate
Some "legendary" clerk has gone all moody. Now he's drawing pictures of cloth, metal, bones, leather, and gems. We have all those items; why isn't he just grabbing what he needs?
13th Slate
The Count and his entourage have arrived. Oh, goody me.
In other news, I figured out what the clerk probably wants: Silk! We have no silk! Armok forsake me, but the previous leaders must be completely daft. I checked the elves, but they had no silk. I can only hope, for the life of this clerk, that the human caravan includes silk.
How's this so far?
Oh, and I'm done for today. Just posted so you know that I'm actually working on this!