My uncle Uli gave me advice before we left. Most of it turned out to be right, but that was mostly procedural stuff. He was wrong about migrant dwarves. Uncle Uli made it sound like they would just show up empty-handed and be a burden on the stockpiles. Turns out that they may have saved us all. We only had four cats left, and fucking all of them are the woodworker’s pets. Iton said that if I cooked any of his cats he would put my spine on the lathe. He only really talks to his cats, so when he talks to us we take him seriously. The guy can build a hell of a bed, though. I guess he’s a savant that way.
Well, Uncle Uli wasn’t entirely wrong. The new migrants aren’t particularly useful. We’re trying to carve out dormitories and stabilize our food stocks, and we get lyemakers and fish processors, like we need lye or have any fish to goddamn process. The boss, Avuz, has them hauling rocks and furniture around now. We did get an herbalist out of it, and she’s a good forager. The migrants brought food, also. Barrels of it, and livestock too! I had a blade to that water buffalo’s throat before he could even start grazing and it fed us for weeks. We had plenty of booze for everybody, and now we have something to put on our plates. I can finally enjoy my work again, and I don’t even care that I’m sleeping on my kitchen floor until they finish carving out my bedroom. I’m cooking, so I’m happy for now.
I really enjoyed reading your chronicles! I’m kind of sad there’s not more of it. Good work!