Goldrouted rushed to the Knifeled's office.
"Madam! We have another group of migrants coming! What shall we do?"
Knifeled raised her eyes from the book she had been reading.
"Again?!"
She shook her head.
"How many are they sending here this time?"
Goldrouted shrugged.
"We saw eleven dwarves."
Knifeled continued reading again.
"Station your troops outside the entrance, though no venturing over the bridge. Let them come. Lets hope that there is no goblin ambush waiting outside."
Goldrouted saluted and left the office.
After the bridge was lowered the news spread around the fortress, and suddenly everybody was running outside. Knifeled went to investigate what was happening and saw that everybody were running towards the goods the human caravan had left behind earlier
"Fall back! FALL BACK!"
Nobody reacted to her orders.
Knifeled turned her angry eyes to Goldrouted.
"For your own safety I hope everybody comes alive. If not, it's your head I will drop in the magma!"
After saying that she turned and left inside, leaving startled Goldrouted standing outside, managing his soldiers.
After three days the caravan had been looted. Knifeled had managed to pass out the order to not touch the corpses, and thus not to loot the equipment those had. Right after the last dwarf stepped over the bridge the passage was closed. Knifeled ordered the council to gather immediately.
"Who the hell gave the permission to go outside?" she shouted.
Nobody answered.
"Well, someone did, as I didn't give such order. Now, whose responsibility is this?"
Again, no answer.
In frustration she raised her hands and turned her eyes to Goldrouted and Craftedecho
"I give up. Now, if anything like this happens again, it's your balls I will roast and feed to goblins! Now, DISMISSED!"