After one hundred and eighty two days of trekking through the Forest of Harrowleens, myself and five other dwarves arrived at a site that our leader - Harvey S. L. Langman – deemed acceptable (more acceptable, apparently, than the site we found six days previous... and the one we found two fortnights prior to that). I have decided to keep this journal for the duration of my stay at the site.
Initially nine dwarves set out from the capitol with orders to found a new dwarven city. Of our party, two were lost in the Diadamian swamps to sickness, while a third member was captured by the witch Esme and turned into a shelf ornament.
Upon deciding on a site, my companions quickly set to work establishing a base camp. We were all eager to sleep underground after many nights on top soil, so there were some fights over who would get first use of the pickaxe (we lost two when our party was chased by a hive of fire-breathing husk toads). It was decided that Lea F. Thoroughheart should be the first to strike the stone as it was her main profession. Despite having other jobs to perform, we all would take turns digging.
Jarvid R. E. Tailbone complained early on that the quality of the timber was poor owing to the fact that many of the trees had succumbed to base rot and termites. Harvey ignored his concerns, stating (rightly so) that a dwarf only need be concerned with that which is dug out of the earth. No one particularly likes Jarvid.
Joerg R. Ranfern is the laziest dwarf I have ever met. I caught him sleeping in a hollowed out tree stump one morning when he was meant to be helping Lea. A tree stump! What sort of dwarf chooses to sleep in such a place?
I have asked Henrietta S. K. Langman to look for mushrooms and herbs during her hunting runs, a request that was met with equal parts contempt and outright hostility. I’m not sure what the lady’s problem is... perhaps she’s grown accustomed to a bland palate but it’s no reason why the rest of us should suffer. Maybe Jarvid can collect some for me?
H. R. Gherger