"No one was hurt," he assured their host. Indeed, they had somehow managed to keep their damage to a minimum, largely through the intercession of Frey. He recounted the story as they worked to shovel the bloody snow, his words measured out carefully but finishing the tale in the end.
He listened to Sah's explanation in turn, his expression courteously neutral as he considered the risks. The Ursur was thankfully much smaller than the Void Horror that had menaced Torchline's beaches, and burning it would hopefully pose much less of a threat in comparison. In the end he simply inclined his head in acknowledgment and did his best to ensure that all the violet-tinged snow was accounted for.
"I can work to line it," he offered after a few moments to consider their options. He had the widest reach and would theoretically have the easiest time wrestling the metal sheets into place. It had not seemed a difficult task, merely an unwieldy one as he lowered himself into the hole and began to place the metal. The snow that fell on him was barely noticed at first, and the hole protected him from the initial gusts of wind. He did not realize the ice storm was upon them until it was too late to do anything more than call out to the others.
"The pit is here. It cuts the wind." He did something he rarely did: he raised his deep, resonating voice to be heard over the storm, hoping to use it to guide the others back so they could take shelter and huddle together for warmth.
Hadama works to line the pit with metal, but when the storm hits he tries to use his voice to guide the timber team back!
He listened to Sah's explanation in turn, his expression courteously neutral as he considered the risks. The Ursur was thankfully much smaller than the Void Horror that had menaced Torchline's beaches, and burning it would hopefully pose much less of a threat in comparison. In the end he simply inclined his head in acknowledgment and did his best to ensure that all the violet-tinged snow was accounted for.
"I can work to line it," he offered after a few moments to consider their options. He had the widest reach and would theoretically have the easiest time wrestling the metal sheets into place. It had not seemed a difficult task, merely an unwieldy one as he lowered himself into the hole and began to place the metal. The snow that fell on him was barely noticed at first, and the hole protected him from the initial gusts of wind. He did not realize the ice storm was upon them until it was too late to do anything more than call out to the others.
"The pit is here. It cuts the wind." He did something he rarely did: he raised his deep, resonating voice to be heard over the storm, hoping to use it to guide the others back so they could take shelter and huddle together for warmth.
Hadama works to line the pit with metal, but when the storm hits he tries to use his voice to guide the timber team back!
