Libash
While dwarves doing routine, trapping you in the stall, you spend time quite well with a neighbor-goose. Kivish is a much better companion than all the dwarfs, elves, dwelvs and everyone who hell brought in this fortress. Although you both can't talk, you get along just fine and understand each other without words. If in the world can exist friendship between women and friendship between animals, then your relationship could be described that way, you became friends with her in the migration caravan.
You very disliked living in a stall for many reasons. First, you considered yourself a full-fledged citizen of the fortress , though for that you had to use the documents of former owner. Secondly, light is never lit here, and you are not a dwarf of some sort to live in the darkness. And thirdly, food and water. They were just disgusting here, flabby stubble and quickly blooming water - no llama will stoop to eat this stuff! Different case - food stores and clean well water. Due to the elf lived with shorties vegetables and other plant foods were always available here, and well buckets were often already filled with water, so that the lack of hands did not stop you to get clean well water.
Sodel tasked with watching you almost from the moment you arrive, you to have caused much less warm feelings than neighbor. This poor really does not learn anything. He still does not know that you are able to leave the paddock, just leaning over the fence and pushing the latch. Also he still did not learn to corny close the doors behind him, not to mention the fact that they can be locked. Poor fellow.
Before leaving Sodel grumbled about something, and even though you did not understand the dwarvish, you could make out individual words, something like "Cattle ... Sinsot ... Water ... Well ...", which was enough to realize that Farmer was extremely dissatisfied with the manager and his new attitude to water and wells. Maybe he was banned from drinking booze, and now he's on a water diet? Or he was punished and forced to dig a new well?..
However, problems of Sodel worried you very little. He's gone, and this is important. Saying goodbye to Kivish and promised her that you certainly will come back, you with habitual movement of lips moved the door latch and left the stall.
Use your analytical abilities and memory to remember the road from the meeting hall to stall. In particular, interested in entrances to vital parts of the fortress - the hospital, dining room, well, the throne room at the end of it all. 
Although you considered themselves akrulabanian, analytical abilities and clairvoyance of dwarves weren't given to you. Have to rely solely on your senses.
Your area was not residential. Stalls were near the weaving and (oh god!) Butcher shops. There were also stores with what was extracted from innocent little animals: rags, thread and soap. A little further a well was located, next to which was a hospital and store clothes. Throne room, dining room, meeting room and buffets were floors above. At the top were underground farms, where you can pull tops, if there is nothing left for you edible in the stockpiles.
Now you were not hungry, but a little thirsty. You looked around and listened. Neither Sinsot nor Sodel , fortunately, were not here. Far away along the corridor Birut was hauling a box somewhere. Right at the well Ast was spending her break with her son, who was carving something intently . Quite nearby Gratin was bouncing at loom periodically coughing hysterically. Like that's all. Although wait. Sniffing, you felt weak noticeable smell of miasma from the hospital somewhere. Perhaps someone died there, but is it really that important to you?
I suggest to go and eat Likot by llama (a decent end for a decent dwarf), and put on a beard of hay and sit on the throne in his stead. 
So, your quest for today - eat the king. Or at least try, what he tastes like, given that you are herbivorous, and so much food in one fell swoop you won't handle.
To achieve the goal, you will need:
1. Put on beard of hay.
2. Help Birut with bins hauling.
3. Play with the boy and ingratiate himself with his mother.
4. Go visit the hospital and leave the door open to spread miasma sooner.
5. Play Lassie's role and lead some help to a corpse.
Following these steps should help you get to the throne of the king and eat him. Yes, you have never lied yourself and you understood well that your logic is very bad, but the plan for today seem to you quite acceptable. Well, better then come back to stall, after all.
The first thing you do is disguise. You needed to be incognito and beard in bearded fortress was the best option. You took two bundles of hay and crafted of them false beard and mustache. Beard turned out forked - excellent! Nobody will notice way you take a seat on the throne of Likot!
On the way to Birut you faced Nasod who was muttering. "Sinsot ... Rum ... Tarem ... You can not ..." - you could barely make out with your knowledge of the language and her slurred speech. Probably Nasod and Tarem joined forced abstainers society, devil knows them all...
You have managed to make it clear for Birut you want to help him in his work, but your idea left off after the first box. Goblin knows what was so heavy in those boxes, but that was obviously not rags and soap. Moreover, you decided to immediately withdraw when you noticed how Gratin left his workshop. He was holding horse blanket of your size, and most likely woven of your own hair, and silly giggling. Fortunately, he did not notice you first, and you managed to avoid him.
When you have reached the well, you remembered why you never before even thought to play with this fiend that called Sibrek. Kid intently and with zeal sharpened with brick beak of dead partridge, which is likely he himself caught and killed. Right next on the cold floor nearly the same half-wild mother of Sibrek sat, indifferently watchiing the atrocities of his child. Creep into the confidence of this couple? Come on. With greater success, you can creep into the confidence of Sinsot.
Had to punish petty devil with sobering breath of miasma. You came to the door of the hospital and pushed her. The door was unlocked and opened inwards, so that through the doorway soon clouds of terrible gas flooded. You haven't got a bad thought of the miasma, on the contrary, it is something reminded you of your childhood.
Inside someone was moaning. It is time for heroic rescue of suffering, you thought it was, but suddenly groan fell silent. Moments later through the ominous silence of the mist miasma terrifyingly creepy laughter came, which made even you feel uneasy, even though you were only llama,
In the hospital, someone began to move ...
After a year in fortress it's time for at least somebody to craft some artifact.
Strange mood caught up Boton Rigotritlut not at the perfect time. it was third week since his old gangrene in his armpit opened, which caused him terrible pain all the time. Days and nights he spent alone in the cloud of miasma exuding by himself, which only became stronger with each passing day, and which he had to breathe all the time. It is only elfess occasionally visited Boton, but she disappeared too when she ran out of herbal lotion for the old man.
Nobody liked Boton. He was considered lazy and malingerer, forgetting somehow about his age significant even by dwarven standards. He was regarded as a liar, because he talked a lot, but could not keep promises. He had no friends.
Unknown where the old dwarf got a knife in the hospital, but he was holding it when hobbled toward the exit. Boton's eyes were highly rolled back, and from the larynx evil cackle was heard.
It's terrible.
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