I got a set of lady bard's commemorative gold coins. On both sides of them is a depiction of me getting rejected by the humans of The Bodice of Bottoms. Harsh. On one side, I'm making a submissive gesture. On the other side, I'm weeping. Who the hell commissioned these things? If it was the bard, I'll have to spank her, very sternly.
I stationed my companions aside for this Jungle Titan. A feathered anteater, so standard vision, no flying, but it had webs. I hadn't brought along bolts for my masterwork crossbow because of their weight; I ought to get a dedicated pack mule for these things. I cut a tree and set up a bowyer's shop to craft bolts, then remembered it's craftdwarves shop that does that and built that instead. No bolts on the menu, and I remembered it's because I'm an outsider. The bowyer's shop let me craft bows and crossbows, but I can't make bows and arrows!
So I knapped an armload of rocks, exceptional and masterwork, snuck up the pillar right behind him, and started flinging rocks. The ones that hit head only bruised, one that hit upper body managed to get it winded. After running out of those, I chucked my silver pike, which did crack it's spine, and my 1 pound divine metal pikes, which glanced away. I had carried a bundle of them, forgetting that they suck as thrown weapons.
I still had a few weapons to throw, but I thought he was weakened enough. I jumped down behind him and swung a steel pick at the back of his head, and that settled that. From the parts I managed to cook a masterwork heart roast with minced intestines, minced meat, and minced durian wine.