From the log of Fori
Today is a day of tidings. Both good and ill. But we remain safe at least.
This dwarf settlement, my new home, seems to be doing well. The threat of starvation is past, as I helped to sing and grow the strange dwarven crops to fruition. They consume a strange type of fungus, these aptly named plump helmets. I sampled one, and was pleasantly surprised. Though the taste was alien, it was not unpleasant. The dwarven wine and beer though… well, lacking any water, I had to try some or die of thirst. To be honest, I had little recollection of what happened. The dwarves said that my speech had became slurred, and my bearing unstable. Also, there was frequent mentions of something called a ‘lampshade’ with poorly hidden grins and merriment. I wonder what had happened that amused them so. Either way, it is clear I do not possess the liver of a dwarf.
While my new home thrives, misfortune has also occurred nearby. Even though I am underground, I can still hear the voices of the trees up on the surface. Today, they told me that dwarf blood had been mingled with the water their roots drank. I fear that some unfortunate souls tried to reach our home, but were overwhelmed by the defilers lurking outside. But at least I was able to share that defiler blood also stained the ground. Whoever these poor strangers were, they took many of the cursed beasts with them. But we at least are safe, protected by the stout stonework of the dwarves. If only my forest had such walls defending them…
But no, such thoughts are in vain. This fortress is my retreat now, the mushrooms of the caverns below my forest. I must do my best to adapt to a dwarven life, even though I miss the sun and the stars, and the wide open sky. These tunnels feel close, almost choking at times, and the darkness strains my eyes. But for good or ill, it is my home.
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