I brought an adventurer into an established world. A Human Herbalist Swordsman. After taking a few weeks to get my bearings I made a beeline towards my newest fortress to read the slabs and maybe steal some equipment.
I stumbled upon a Goblin nest, a weak goblin wielding a silver spear got a lucky hit on my exhausted Swordsman, breaking his foot, before slowly beating him to death with the spear.
Learned two things. Watch your fatigue. Silver is an awful material for slashing and piercing weapons.
“You be careful Hank! Alabaster may be little but he’ll mess you up.”
“No offense, but he’s from Oklahoma”