Salutations, your gnoble lordship,
I feel an update is in order.
After missing the departure of the gnomad group you assigned me to oversee(I suspect they left early to give me the slip...), I rushed to catch them. I traveled with a caravan of dwarves for protection. An odorous, but dutiful, people. They made for suitable guards on the roads.
We caught the expedition a day after it arrived at their destination. I parted ways with the dwarven company. They warned us to be on the look out for goblins in the area. There's apparently a wart-skin hive nearby.
Thus far, there is not much to the settlement, which the expedition has named "Thynirp". An odd name, but my wisdom was not consulted. In the past two days I have coerced the surly miners into digging us a makeshift shelter. They made some silly noises about needing to fortify the area, but I haven't seen any wildlife anywhere near us, and
need somewhere to rest after the long journey. The conditions are deplorable. Bare earth and a giant straw pile to sleep upon. One pile for everyone to share! I couldn't believe it!
The farmers have started their crops, but the fields are in entirely the wrong place. For one, the pastures are far too close, the yaks will eat all our seeds, then where will we be, come winter? I will be chastising the sods in the morning, along with woodsmen and their workbenches nearly blocking our front door.
It is a good thing you sent me, sir. These fools are useless and desperately need direction.
Your ever loyal servant,