Long after much of the cleaning has been done, Dorian returns triumphantly with an empty wagon. "Sincere apologies for the delay. I don't know the area quite as well as I probably should." With his hand over his heart, the man leans forward slightly in a low bow. 'However, the refuse has been taken care of.' He adds as he straightens, brushing a bit of dust from one of his arms before beaming up at Flora.
"Now, if there's nothing more to do, I'm afraid my muscles aren't quite as happy about the amount of work we put in as my mind is." Chuckling, the older man can only shrug modestly, before waving in the general direction of the other NPCs.
Lingering just a moment or so more to ensure nothing more was needed of him, Dorian walked down toward the coastline at a leisurely place with a smile fixed upon his lips.
"Now, if there's nothing more to do, I'm afraid my muscles aren't quite as happy about the amount of work we put in as my mind is." Chuckling, the older man can only shrug modestly, before waving in the general direction of the other NPCs.
Lingering just a moment or so more to ensure nothing more was needed of him, Dorian walked down toward the coastline at a leisurely place with a smile fixed upon his lips.
