Luckily the brawl was broken up before it turned real ugly, and Tal breathed a sigh of relief as everyone broke up to head back to their own claims. But then the King had another task for them, and the courier groaned under his breath.
Oh... yay. They were working over water now, huh? And not some calm pond or river bound by banks that he at least had a prayer of reaching if he got into trouble. Nope, this was a bridge over ocean and while Tal's swimming was solidly passable these days, he wasn't entirely sure it was enough to challenge a whole ass sea.
Scratch that. He was entirely sure that it wasn't!
What he really wanted to do was direct traffic, but he'd been called in on this shindig because of his woodworking skills and he stared glumly at the project from the safety of the shore, arms crossed. The proto-brawl had made it pretty clear that while Torchers might listen to Noah or Flora, they sure as hail weren't going to listen to him. That left the main planks of the bridge and the railing, and after some more hesitating and deep thought he headed for the wood pile to start grabbing the lengths he'd need.
"I'll work on th'railings," he announced, figuring that he could at least assemble them in sections on dry, safe land until the planks were swapped out and stable enough for him to affix the new railings to with brackets.
Tal works on replacing the railings!
Oh... yay. They were working over water now, huh? And not some calm pond or river bound by banks that he at least had a prayer of reaching if he got into trouble. Nope, this was a bridge over ocean and while Tal's swimming was solidly passable these days, he wasn't entirely sure it was enough to challenge a whole ass sea.
Scratch that. He was entirely sure that it wasn't!
What he really wanted to do was direct traffic, but he'd been called in on this shindig because of his woodworking skills and he stared glumly at the project from the safety of the shore, arms crossed. The proto-brawl had made it pretty clear that while Torchers might listen to Noah or Flora, they sure as hail weren't going to listen to him. That left the main planks of the bridge and the railing, and after some more hesitating and deep thought he headed for the wood pile to start grabbing the lengths he'd need.
"I'll work on th'railings," he announced, figuring that he could at least assemble them in sections on dry, safe land until the planks were swapped out and stable enough for him to affix the new railings to with brackets.
Tal works on replacing the railings!
