Slime, Captain amongst refugees, 14 FelsiteNew faces abound. New recruits for me to direct... from a respectable position behind the traps, of course. If you lose the commander, you lose the whole army.
Now, we had just started digging a tree farm when a caravan of itinerant elves pops up. There's timing for you.
A quick vote settled it: we will trade with them, not attack. Curse this influx of peace-loving migrants. I was fully prepared to give the order to mob them.
I've been interviewing the newcomers to see if they'd do well as meatshi- I mean brave and noble warriors. One of them in particular impressed me.
HiEv is a flautist, weaver, high fashion clothes designer, metalsmith, woodworker, artist, stone carver, glassblower, cheese enthusiast, leatherworker, bone carver, pessimist, potter, varnisher, and worker of wax.
Unsurprisingly, he is immodest. He is also incredibly rash, never thinking through his actions. I saw him dancing on the trapped entryway earlier.
Then there is the refugee Goro. An immensely fat and quite strong blue-eyed hooligan. I immediately drafted him into our militia. He's wide enough to block a dozen arrows at once. And he obeys orders! This feeling is joy.
Goro is a beginning miner, not having advance very far as he tends to get distracted by pulling up various plants and snacking on them.
A few people have referred to him by the name Yelledbanners, presumably because of his habit of shouting a rolling selection of various catchphrases of his own design. To put it more politely, "he has a natural inclination towards language".
He has no combat skills, but a preference for spears. We don't have any, so I may recommend he uses either his trusty pick, or one of our spare axes.
I've also noticed we now have a master soapmaker, excess tallow, and time to spare. The master Shadenight is applying himself to the business of soapmaking. He's a thin, industrious, non-intellectual type who occasionally talks to buckets and things as he works.
Now, for the first time, we have soap to wash with. Our wounded will be cleaned instead of just lain in neat rows. Perhaps tragedy will be kept at arm's length. Perhaps nobody else will have to suffer the terror of receiving
scars. I know mine keep me up at night. But such grisly negligences are at an end now.
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