At least summer arrived. Till this moment we have few workshops and food stockpiles in the depth of mountain.
Mining all the way down, we found few veins of sphalerite, so it seems we'll be able to set up pretty descent metal industry soon.
Fiendish fog appears few times a month, forcing us to live underground. Nobody minds this, but we wasn't able to bring all our stuff down yet, and we haven't managed to prepare some descent wood stock. We still have prepared food and drings, but yesterday we noticed, that we're running low on herbs. Tun Lardodok, our main herbalist, decided to take a risk and go out for them - and this was last time we saw him. At least, alive.
A week later, when we already decided, that he's lost, he came back - as a zombie.
R.I.P. Tun, you was a good friend and awesome dwarf, even if you liked herbs and flowers - we still treated you as one of us.
Today, we accepted 4 migrants. Nobody asked, where are they from and how they came to such dangerous place. Now they live with us, working togather on our fort.
