Day 41...
Garul and Adwarf venture out of the fortress towards the scarfed woman and her covered carriage. It is fully loaded with piles of junk, baubles, jars and some doodads. She waves a hankerchief and beckons everyone closer. "Peace, friend. I bring a token of goodwill. These lands are dangerous enough without making new enemies." The weird womans carriage emanates strange scents and vibes.
The 3 figures speak exitedly. "Bless the maker mi'lord, I thought I'd gotten me whole family killed. Your fort is truly a welcome sight. Go on now son, greet your new friends."
A young dwarf scurries towards the gate at the dwarves guarding the entrance and gives cheddarius a hug. He looks up at everyone with glazed eyes, and he has a note pinned to his ragged shirt.
Garul, inspects the traveller. She carries many goods for her overloaded carriage, trunks, jars, a barrel or two, and some small animals. She seems guarded, has a scarf and bandanna, jewlery on her person , and a set of pan flutes around her neck. Eventually satisfied she is not going to attack, Garul goes to sleep, Waking up during the night shift to fire up the forge and craft a spear, fitting the broad iron spearhead to a suitable shaft. (-1 iron bar +1 Iron Spear)
Adwarf Patrolls around the fortress after providing backup for garul during the morning shift. Wherever the Kobolds went, they are not showing themselves today. He borrows a shovel temporarily, and proceeds to dig a trench around the outer walls. He makes decent progress, and the mud gives way easily enough for him to finish the trench around the swampmost half of the wall. it is not very deep yet however. He works hard throughout the night, and his hearty dwarven constitution carries him through the whole night. Strange sights are seen over the swampland. Bubbling swamp sounds and distant Will O' Wisps dance about. Luckily he is not attacked.
Nirur hears word of potential traders, and gets to work on a set of valuable matching rock thrones. Then engraving an intricate pattern in them. (-2 rock +2 thrones 80$ +decorated 160$) His only worry is if the feeble carriage and sluggish Yak can carry them away at all.
Kog whistles nonchalantly and surrupticiuosly fires up the forge. Crafting up himself an actual metal cage. It is a learning process, but his mighty brain guides him to reforge it better each times, and catches all flaws in his unskilled construction. He hauls it to Urist and sets it over him. Installing it to the floor with some nail anchors. he hasnt gotten better, but he hasn't gotten worse either.
Cheddarius realises, with a little help, that whenever a wounded dwarf eats at the table, the food he eats will provide nourishment not to himself, but instead minor regeneration of wounds. It comes at a price however, and the nearest other living things pay for it, as it sucks away the life of the plants that are barely about 10 yards away on the surface. He ponders the implications while he crafs mugs. (-2 rock +Mugs 160$). The forge awaits him, Already fired up. He begins work on a lengthy project, A fine breastplate. he makes good progress, but it is still far from complete. (-3 iron bars +160/2000 fine iron breastplate) He finishes with a filling meal at THE TABLE, before sleeping. The crops are one day from maturity.
Hrodegr crafts 16 long hours. crafting 2 pairs of leather high boots. (-2 leather +2 leather boots 80$)
Moods.