22nd Hematite
MORE of them?!
Well, it shouldn't be too bad. How many of them are there this time...?
Nine of them.
One of them calls himself a clothier, despite his manifest listing him as a rather talented diagnostician. Perhaps there is hope for me someday escaping this damned bed after all.
At any rate, we are now up to a population of fifty-two. If the mountainhomes are merciful, they will wait before sending more.
They brought along a lot of animals. I say it's time to make more meat.
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5th Malachite
A child was seized by another burst of inspiration today. God forbid one of the
useful dwarves be inspired to create something
worth making.
14th Malachite
The child gathered some puppy bones and then began screaming that he wanted some yarn, dammit. I'm... not sure we can get any yarn for him. Just in case of the worst, I have put a door, lockable from the outside, at the entrance to the workshop he took over.
17th Malachite
Apparently my worry was needless. The child scrounged some yarn cloth up from God knows where and began his project.
Your guess is as good as mine as to how he plans on using these materials.
21st Malachite
The child emerged with a triumphant smile on his face, clutching an amulet apparently made of dog bone. I immediately studied it, as there was an image in exceedingly minute detail carved into its face.
Now THAT'S a bit of history I didn't know about this place. Apparently good old Crazy Cow is not the Mountainhomes-appointed leader of our little band at all!
Maybe he planned on spearing all the witnesses to his usurpation.