Urist McEverybody,
If the prisoner in for a hundred days is not brought food and drink, he is going to die. The prisoner is the commander of militia and we are under siege. It is in your direct personal interest to have the commander of our military avoid dehydrating to death. We have hundreds of barrels of booze. Yes, there are no freshwater sources available to give a drink from, because the river is guarded by seventy angry Goblins, but the prisoner is not injured and can drink booze like any good Dort. We also have fifty idlers in the Great Hall, right next to said booze.
Signed, Management.
Urist McMayor,
I understand your anger that your production mandate was ignored. However, I have three points to bring to your attention. 1. This fortress does not currently possess the ability to make pig iron. 2. The commander of the militia is not in charge of metalworking and was a weaver before he joined the military. 3. 100 days is an extreme sentence for failing a production order. I know you believe that it's a step up from having the captain of the guard violently beat the last militia commander to death in the food stockpile, but in either case, the 'offender' is now dead. Pursuant to these events, if the Goblins manage to pierce our weakened defenses, you will die screaming. You will deserve it.
Signed, Management.
Urist McMason,
When building a wall, you can choose to stand within the workshop, sealing yourself up with a babbling lunatic who's threatening to explode into a berserker rage and tear you to pieces with their bare goddamn hands, or you can choose not to stand within the workshop to be sealed up. As you know, our civilization believes heavily in the values of self-determination that brought our people to Anusdimple in the first place, and so, whatever your choice may be, your fellow Dorfs will not interfere with it in any way.
With Love, Management.