The wall is almost up. Maybe we can get it done before the caravan gets here. There are sure to be filth and vagabonds not far behind. We’ve now dedicated two dwarves to coring the mountain, looking for metal producing ores. Still no luck. Maybe this is a bad site.
Yanni had been disappearing for days on end. We finally found out he was building a still. He agreed to bring it back to the fortress on the condition that we wouldn’t beat the living daylights out of him. Of course we don’t mind a still here. And it’s totally legal. What was she thinking?