I make Nix our new bookkeeper. Records are important. Much like a ‘patient’, a fortress is a living thing with countless systems, If I hope to understand it, I need to know how all the parts are doing. I assign him a random chair and tell him to get to work
Migrants! We got a bowyer, a fishery worker, a jeweler, a surgeon, a presser, a woodcutter, a glazer, a woodcrafter, a smith, and a wood… burner? Most of them are useless wastes of booze and beds, but perhaps I shall be able to practice my vivisection –
Tholtig, one of our farmers, has withdrawn from the company of other dwarves. While I would rather like to open up his skull and take a look at the mechanisms causing this, especially considering he claimed our only craftsdwarf’s work creating pots to maintain booze flow, the artifact he might create is more useful at the moment.
He shortly begins construction, which is a relief at least.
Some useless fool out on the ice got himself attacked by a werewolf. This would be more boon than anything else, a chance to practice my medical technique, were it not for the blasted persistence of the creature and our general lack of a military force. Some dogs injured the beast, so I order it killed, hoping we can finish the job.
But just as our meat for the grinder loyal soldiers are engaging the foul beast, that useless farmer who took over our crafts announces that he has finished his creation, a mini-forge he calls Mososnecak.
A MINI FORGE?! We’re fighting for our lives on the ice and you create a useless toy? A USELESS TOY THAT ENEMIES WILL HUNT US DOWN OVER?!
This would be funny if it weren’t so sad.