The fragility of our current workforce brings to mind my second goal- attracting more migrants. Almost all of our mentally fit dwarves are champions who refuse to work, so we'll soon badly need more migrants. The primary obstacle to this goal is sitting in our depot right now:
-picture depicting a group of dwarven merchants sitting in the trade depot-
These merchants will bring back news of the terrible slaughter to the mountainhomes, and then we'll never get more migrants. They must die, and quick. I briefly pondered how to do that with such limited dwarfpower, when I suddenly realized how simple it would be.
-picture of lava pool sitting next to the trade depot. Separated only by a thin wall of stone.
It's now or never, I don't know how soon they'll leave. There's no floodgate, so I order Whitecloak to deploy WEAPON manually. Miraculously he survives, and the merchants start dying. Nemo terrifies the heck out of me by randomly dashing by as a barrel explodes.
-picture of said activity-
Fortunately he's perfectly fine. He says he was only filling his waterskin, but I think he was just being dramatic...
My relief is short lived, as everything begins to go horribly, horribly wrong at this point. Three of the merchant guards made it out alive. They'll surely tell the tale of what transpired here today... I'd be more disappointed if I hadn't already despaired by word that the mountainhomes already knew...
