I hadn't had him doing anything actually. That's the damndest thing. I got the message he'd died of thirst shortly after ordering the militia to stand just behind the gate. I do not know why he didn't get something to drink.
I was actually thinking about a making a low tech goblin repeater. Definitely going to do it now.
We have roughly 130 units of unprocessed food, and 303 things that fit in the other category. Plus just under 500 units of drink. The farms are still operating, but our surplus isn't growing. I got a tad worried about that, seeing as how we're 50+ dwarves now. Shouldn't be a big deal though, brew is on repeat again, and I've got at least one of the cooks (I'm pretty sure we have one, too lazy to check the unit list just now) making easy meals.
Overseer's Log: 12th Timber.
The liaison and caravan from the mountain are here. We have much more crafts than we were able to dump on the elves, so I expect many worthwhile transactions, as well as a suitable gift for the mountainhomes.
I've also begun designing a set up to trick goblins forces into moving through or traps repeatedly. If I do not complete it, I will leave notes for the future overseer.
Winter is closing in. We have a deep stockpile of food and drink, and, unless we become greedy or lazy, we will not have to fear starvation, barring disaster. I've ordered quarry leaves and other foods cooked. This is the second year of Rinsewind. We deserve a well cooked meal.
Off to deal with the merchants. I will report any notable acquisitions.
Overseer's log: 16th Timber
A goblin ambush was waiting for Mister Always. A group of lashers, led by a goblin swordsman. Another death under my lead. I feel sick. I ordered the military out, to try and save him. But I was too late. No one could have moved fast enough. No one. I'm ordering the dwarves inside. I won't have more deaths. I refuse.
Overseer's Log: 23rd Timber
I am not happy. So much has gone wrong in my short stay as Overseer. Two deaths. Geb is also badly hurt. I don't know if he will pull through. Niyazov has ordered that GreatWyrmGold be removed from his Office and Dining Room, claiming they are far above his station. In order to prevent further conflict, I was forced to oblige.
The Merchants brought nearly nothing. We scrape and dig and craft and they bring next to nothing. Just a few barrels of alcohol, and 5 cave lobsters. I hope goblins get them on the way back. I have yet to speak to the liaison. If he does not have very, VERY good news for me, I just might throw a tantrum.
I can't wait to drop the mantle of command onto the shoulder's of one far more capable.