Rith Bomrekkifed:
Fall has come around. I was detailing plans for the Main Jail structure to Legon. Legon seemed to approve of the structure, but poitned out that we'd need a lot of metal for that. Agreeing with him, and expecting our first detachment of criminals very soon, I told the Miners to focus more on an area for some Forges. They seemed to resent my issuing orders, but after Legon spoke with them about the plans and how we needed the metal soon, they begrudgingly started work. Things are only halfway completed, but things look promising.
The first supply Caravan arrived. Unfourtunatly, a poorly placed Boulder in front of the drawbridge left the wagons without a way into our protected corral, so the supplies they carried where lacking. However, I spoke with our liason and ordered the items we needed... Wood for buckets and beds, and metal for bars and maybe more buckets and the like. The only thing they had worth taking was some Leather.
For some reason, they asked if we had any spare items lying around, to prove to the mountainhomes we existed. A couple of Mechanisms and hastily constructed rock mugs seemed to satisfy them. It wasn't like we needed them, so we parted with them quite happily.
No one seemed to be mad at me taking charge of the negotiations about supplies... but considering I was a trader before being assigned out here, it is to be expected.
As the Caravan was leaving, I couldn't help but one of the guards notice a Camel wandering about. It is the desert, so this did not surprise me. What DID surprise me was how he immediately leapt at it, battle axe drawn, slaying the poor creature immediately. I made a note to look out for him next year, and keep my distance.
Weather: Still raining.