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Captain's Log. 25th of Obsidian.
As we near the end of winter, at last, another of my craftsdwarves, one whom I have previously paid no attention, began acting strangely.
He dashed from the crafts workshop he was working in, and seized control of an entirely different crafts workshop, possibly to be closer to the materials he needed?
I don't pretend to understand the insane.
He grabbed some magnetite and marble and set to work.
Captain's Log. 1st of Granite.
Spring, at last. My special project is not yet complete. I owe this to the annoying lack of masons who don't end up sealing themselves inside the tombs of their fallen friends.
In any case, that craftsdwarf is still working on those two bits of stone.
I don't know what could be taking so long.
Amendment:
Just as I wrote that down, he finished it. It's some sort of idol.
It has a picture of some elves speaking with dwarves. Again, it's a picture of me.
I don't know why they're always of me talking with them, and never of me mercilessly butchering them, or stealing their items.
Surely that would be a better image to preserve for prosperity.
He named it "Shootworth the Twist-whip of Constructs."
I told him it was a bit of a mouthful, and suggested "Glorious Leader and the Elvish Bastards".
Then he just yelled his version of the name at me. Repeatedly.
I feel a little deaf.