Dear Urist McDoctor:
I brought you along as a member of the starting seven in the hopes you would be capable of treating any injuries sustained by other dwarves on account of our embark in a savage biome. While your deeds in attacking that alligator were indeed heroic, your death at the hands of said alligator (who proceeded to be killed by our war dogs which were brought along for that particular purpose) means that three years in and under siege once again, are still without a doctor. I continue to pray our traps prove sufficient and that I won't have to pass along one of the injured to an unpracticed diagnostician. In good news, though you have rotted into a skeleton, we have finally finished the first room in the catecombs, and you have the honor of being the first to get a coffin.
Dear Crossbow squad:
When we captured the cyclops, and I ordered fortifications set up to contain it so you could dispatch it without issues, I do believe I gave you a kill order. Not an order for 3/4ths of you to be terrified with fright and do nothing for well over a month. While two among you did continue to pelt it with bolts, I was further disappointed by your inability to hit anything important. Still, the two who did something will be happy to find their new promotions to militia captains and an increase in ration alotment. The rest of you should hope we don't see another siege anytime soon that manages to get past our traps, as you will find yourselves on the front line for the sake of live training.
Dear Urist McMayor:
I understand your fascination with flails. Really, I do. Spiky, spinning balls of death on a stick are amazing. However I regret to inform you, due to the current laws of physics, a flail does next to nothing in combat. And while for the moment we do have ample supplies of iron to produce flails whenever you ask for them, I am somewhat wondering how sustainable such an industry can be, given that we have so few layers of stone to mine in between us and the magma sea. As such, you may take this as warning, should we find ourselves low on materials, your demands will go unanswered.