What bliss, to spend the winter shut up behind beautiful stone, stalwartly blocking the obscene ices. I have pored over our shapely fortress for flaws, imperfections, inefficiencies – we will never cease to demonstrate true order, true propriety to the curious mobs who visit.
The architecture of our fortress is admirable, and I have amused myself by critiquing its precise geometry. Certain superfluous ramps will be removed, to streamline our designs. Likewise, an order is out to have the most visible spaces in our home smoothed and engraved.
The vaporous aromas of the kitchen have been a comfort to all, but I noted they were growing increasingly heady and dizzying. A moratorium on cooking liquor has been given, as well as more specificity regarding certain ingredients. A roll of brewers and chefs has also been composed, so victuals will be in the hands of our most skilled.
Our supplies of iron are truly enviable! The work force has been commended, and encouraged to find other tasks. Storage space is filling up with unused metal; we can return to our smelting duties when the supply falls lower. Likewise, we have far more charcoal than we could ever use, so no more will be produced – wood is too precious. Better to coke the mined coals instead.
A survey of our mountain grove was conducted. Many mature trees had to be sacrificed to gain a foodhold here, but now we are more secure, we will cease to cut any nut- or fruit-bearers. Wood can be imported at need, but fruitful adult trees cannot.
Recent excitement has made it clear we need to increase our military discipline – we’ve founded the East Mechanisms, a squad of crossbow soldiers, and scheduled their training to begin at once.
…Now what is this commotion in the hallway about a maniac lizard intruder?? I reluctantly put aside my ledgers to attend.