The liaison had not been impressed with our performance this autumn. My ears were still ringing.
"On the plus side," Peregarrett said cheerfully, "we still got the steel we ordered. And there's only seven melee soldiers to kit out now, so we don't even need as much as we did before."
"Snatcher! Snatcher!"
I went down to the phyllite layer, entered my bedroom, opened my nice phyllite cabinet, put my head inside and screamed. Quietly, so as not to wake the neighbors.
9th Obsidian"How do you feel?" I asked anxiously.
"A bit like a metal barrel full of meat." Nevyn's voice was muffled. "Are you sure this isn't overkill?"
Peregarrett looked proud. "Are you kidding? This is the good stuff. They won't get through
that."
"I'm not sure I can get through it either. I may need a straw." He clanked away, awkwardly, to go and get a drink.
I turned to Peregarrett. "How much have we got?"
"Seven full sets," the armorsmith said. "Enough to kit out all the melee dwarves."
Should have been nine, I thought glumly. But Logem was dead and Oddom--I couldn't in all fairness leave her in the squad, though she'd said she was still willing to fight. Maybe after she'd learned to get around on that crutch...
At least no more ambushes would get the more lightly armored marksdwarves. There was no way now to get onto the fortification points except by going underground.
I got billybobfred to put a couple of cage traps in the underground passage that led there anyway. Not that I was paranoid or anything...