Report from Sibrek Ulabkubuk, Baron of Judgemerchants, 15th Obsidian, 99.
We had some difficulty getting the previous reports out after the diplomat, Tosid Semoredem, that was visiting went berserk, killed a war dog and then chased off the caravans you sent until he died of dehydration. This new diplomat that arrived offered to make us a barony, to which we've agreed and I was chosen to be the baron. It's not as glamorous of a job as I expected, and I was warned that in order for us to be taken seriously as a mountainhome that we'd need to provide for a more suitable reception for visitors than in the front room of our fortress, stuffed with beds and bins and farms. They suggested I get an office and the like, but we're not close to that yet. In due time.
Let it be recorded on 7 Moonstone, 99 that Mörul Nicolgomath declared that there was nothing more to be learned from mining. "I can now move through stone as quickly as I can through air. I've learned all there is to learn. It's time for me to focus on other things."
The fortress is still very rudimentary as it's being equipped for production more than people, but we now enter a new stage of the fortress. We will divide up the ongoing mining effort among us, and Morul has suggested stabilizing the food supply once and then put out word for migrants to come and join us, so that is what he's setting out to do.