Overseer's Journal, 28th Slate, 1052:
Immigrants have arrived! I must see them to their rooms, and I will make a detailed catalog of their skills later, but for now the important thing is: A Brewer has come! And not one of these questionable competent slackers who calls themselves a Farmer or an Engraver. An Accomplished Brewer! I must begin preparations to ensure a smooth transition, but we held fast during our crisis and have been rewarded for our steadfastness! Tonight, we all drink!
Felsite 2, 1052:
The process of sorting the new arrivals was long, but worth it. Among our new residents, we received a brewer, a clothesmaker (really, he has several craft skills, but this fills our current need), a crossbowyer, a skill fishery worker, who will both catch and clean fish from the moat, which has been ingeniously connected to the inside of the fortress by my husband. Oh, yes, Fath and I got married on the 19th of Granite. Back to immigrants, we also got a tanner, a butcher (a useful pair), a lye maker, a milker, and 2 carpenters. The carpenters and brewer will be busy for quite a while. We also got a few dwarves who have been recruited for military duty, a few more haulers, and a digger. I debated placing the digger in the military, and I still might, after his demonstration while entering the fortress. A kobold sprung from ambush and slashed at Iton with a dagger. Iton, lightning-quick, parried the attack and planted his copper pick into the kobolds skull. No one realized what happened until the corpse hit the ground, it was over that fast. I would have drawn the scene, but as I said, it was over so fast no one really got a good look [read as: I forgot to take a picture, and the Report is empty now].
The immigrants weren't entirely good news, however. Several immigrants arrived who must have heard about the fantastic living conditions here, and expected to get a free ride. They have skills of little use or experience, or skills which our facility has fulfilled already. I have turned them away, for none will be given shelter here without earning their keep. But let it not be said that I am cruel; I have given them a pick, some wood, and a few barrels of food; enough to start reasonable attempt at shelter, at least such as most dwarves are used to. So long as these outcasts keep to their side of the brook and do not interfere with my work here, I care little for what they do.
However, we will still observe them.