[big dwarfin' update here LOL. I'm trying to match people as best I can.]
Just as I had hoped, the female dog gave birth to three strong and exceptionally healthy puppies. I could see they would be gigantic and muscular when they grew to adulthood. Amante would have first pick of the litter.
One of the new migrants, Lafiel, was a skilled marksdwarf who had worked as a hunter before. I spoke to her about training a second marksdwarf squad.
It would be called, we decided, the Oceanic Posts. The continued water theme felt lucky. A miscellaneous selection of dwarves were drafted into the new squad. We didn't have armor for all of them--in particular we were low on boots and leggings and had no leather left to make more--but with any luck the dwarven caravan would make it down here this year and I was hoping they might have some bins of leather to buy. What we didn't have was bolts for so many new marksdwarves, but Endok was working on that.
The dwarf formerly known as Melbil stated that he would like to be known henceforth as 'mideg'. Perhaps the sudden desire to change his name was related to the trauma he'd recently experienced at the hands of Bosa, I didn't know. He was healthy enough now anyway.
Sandstone was a good month for the military, in fact. Another dwarf , a new migrant who called himself Katana, came straight in the gate and asked to volunteer as a swordsdwarf.
I was surprised that so many dwarves were willing, no, eager to risk life and limb in this way, but then again Spraypulley was an odd fellow. I was sure I'd subsequently seen him in the food stockpile, talking to a large roach. Like, actually
talking to it.
Peregarrett had been melting down the goblin bows we had stored, and had managed to scrape together another bar of precious iron. I authorized it to be made into a sword for Katana.
In a bizarre twist it turned out our best weaponsmith was actually a
beekeeper by profession. Vudnis Bluntswords had introduced herself as a high master beekeeper when she arrived a year ago, and since I had no interest in bees and no desire to acquire any (didn't they sting?), I had simply shrugged and told her to go and farm. Now she revealed that she was also an adept weaponsmith, although somewhat out of practice by now.
"Why didn't you say something about this before?" I said.
She shrugged. "You never asked?"
And I'd just written her name down for the second marksdwarf squad... Oh well. She'd probably be all right. Probably.
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