Our nascent fortress is thriving. A quick bivouac served us at first, with several essential crafts and a meager but cozy dormitory under hatch and soil.
We are digging a proud step-well as our central hall, with many workshops, corridors, and lofty-ceilinged warehouses branching off of the main space.
Our lowest level store the most basic of resources, as well as the crucial empty containers which form the backbone of our industry.
The promised early autumn caravan was impressed by our fast and ambitious construction, and in our confidence we have sold many lavish meals to the lean and weary merchants. They have rewarded us with diverse goods of their own, and promised to fulfill our highly practical and not at all bizarre requests when they visit next year. (If I’m quite honest, I think our dwarves have finally allowed themselves a moment of whimsy in these far-flung and laborious months…)
All the merchants ask in return is an ample supply of handwear – no doubt due to the frigid conditions that befall this alpine climate in later months.
Autumn is deepening fast and the trees are stunning. We are taking the time we can to gather the abundant nuts and fruits that grow heavy on the trees here. And a cause for celebration – the first alpaca is born to our herd!
This year has passed in a sigh and a sweat – two parties of migrants appeared abruptly, throwing their well-traveled hands into service of our growing and grand hall. But lest we forget the courageous Seven who came here when it was nothing, we have erected a memorial to our founders at the site the wagon stopped.
