Now for the "thrilling" conclusion, in an update I call, "Four thieves and some merchants, all in one week."
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I tell everyone to attack the cyclops thief...I hope it is enough...
...That was a dissapointment. The thief fled the moment it saw our militia. I tell the melees to hunt the turkey and call off Grippages.
No sooner do I than do I spot another thief!

[NOTE: Goldendagger was right beneath the screenshot in question, building a wall.)
Grippages shot at the thief, who had interrupted my wall-building efforts. Doc also complained about the kobold thief's interruption as he ran from the East Bank Entrance Bridge.
Meanwhile, after Grippage releases another few bolt and as the military approaches the now-unconscious would-be thief...

Evidently, the presence of the limp form of the thief is too terrifying for the doctor to handle. Perhaps he is afraid of blood?...Oh, dear, not a good trait to have in a doctor.
Timber 15, 5
Imboker has proven his worth.
The thief had a large silver dagger and small cave spider silk tunic and loincloth. All of these should sell for a fair price.
Speaking of which, the caravan arrived! I start ordering some stuff--mugs, totems, assorted minimal-use items--to be brought to the depot.
Timber 16, 5
Grippage made a masterful oak cabinet.
Oh, dear...what do you mean another kobold has been spotted? By Fikod? He spotted the cyclops, too...he might be excellent watchout material!

And what is this man doing in my room? I don't care that he's the outpost liason, why is he watching me sleep?
Timber 17, 5
The merchants, ignoring the melee on the other side of the river, begin unloading their goods. Imboker, kill the kobold quick so you can trade...
Or Fikod, who seems to be using the shield Grippages made for him well...

...even if he's mistaking it for a mace.
Meng got in the kill, also using his shield like a mace to jam the thief's skull through its brain. Meanwhile, Ashton had killed the turkey. I call a drumstick.
The kobold was better off, with a
giant cave spider silk tunic, although he skimped on his only-copper large dagger.
Timber 19, 5
Imboker is stealing cloth from the traders to put in the hospital. I pray the mountainhomes do not charge me further...
Timber 21, 5
Conan is continuing in the great broker tradition of being too busy eating, drinking, sleeping, and dragging stuff to the depot instead of trading. Right now he is in the third of those stages, and he refuses to claim a room despite several being unclaimed. My worries grow daily. I begin to consider a successor.
Timber 22, 5
And another thing conspires to destroy my sanity.

Oh, my, the lady wears neither clothing nor weapons...quite blush-incucing.
Ugh...Hm...Conan is too busy and lazy, between wood-cutting, stonecrafting, military duty, and refusing to be a broker...plus he doesn't handle stress well and takes risks...

Never mind, with a few strikes of the masterful maple axe, the feral lady is down. Four thieves in just over a week...ugh...
I order up some backpacks. Might as well get some of this out of the way to justify all this time in my office, creating a list of succession.
[NOTE: I think that whoever's turn it is should give the position of Expedition Leader to their dwarf, until that position disapears for some reason, which I think it eventually does.]
Timber 24, 5
Conan has moved to the fourth stage of the Traditional Broker Shuffle...Oh, look, he's finally ready to trade!
Conan starts by trading a plain sheep wool rope for an exceptional chert mug. He then trades two well-crafted mugs, an exceptional one, and a superior-quality one, all chert, for a pair of pig tail fiber ropes. Then, five meals of six basic types of meat and ten each of cave fish and lobster for the giant cave spider silk tunic from the second kobold.
And that is a fine place to stop...however I'm stopping. The stress of this job must be driving me insane. I hope it is not too late...