The mayor has started to demand decent accommodations, and since no dwarf worth his salt could be happy living in a room carved from sand, we started excavating new living quarters deeper in the earth, where the rock walls can be smoothed and engraved with detailed pictographs. 

the new living space is coming along nicely, and perhaps when it is done we can start moving our other operations to a deeper, more dwarfly setting. Being near the surface was convenient at first, giving us access to fish and wood,  but we dream of a home cut from stone.

We continue to mass produce splints, which our envoy from the mountainhome promises will fetch a good price next autumn. Our larder is full of meat, fish, and mushrooms, and our barrels overflow with dwarven wine.

things are looking better and better each day… except for those damn kea that keep getting into our fortress. It turns out they can fly, so we may want to close off that skylight and secure the entrance to the animal pen on the surface.