Dear Urist McDying,
I understand that it must be rough having been sent out to fight an ambush of goblins when there were more than adequate cage traps to protect the fortress, I thought you needed some real experience. I understand that it must have taken considerable fortitude to crawl your way back to the fortress hospital with a mangled lower body and arms, but I must express a concern I have with your new behavior associated with your injuries.
You see, we are in a desert. By the most gracious of blessings I was able to scrounge together some farms to produce what is now an overwhelming supply of food and booze for the fortress, more than enough to last every dwarf here a thousand life times. Being in a desert though I must remind you that water is not scarce here, it is utterly non existent except for deep underground, in a very dangerous cave system filled with very dangerous entities that have been safely tucked away by a wall between us and them. The underground lake is swarming with hostile snake men and worse.
While once content to drink yourself shitfaced every day on booze while you worked, you suddenly now want water, which is a very dangerous resource. I can't be expected to risk the entire fort's safety by hastily digging out a well from this underground cavern, it just isn't wise.
If you do not change your preferences in drink soon, then allow me to thank you for your valiant services to this fortress and I wish you a peaceful, dehydrated passing into the afterlife. I will consider the possibility of digging out a water source in the future, but for now, you're fucked.
Dearest wishes,
Urist McOverlord