the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
Similarly impressed by the ease with which Sah is able to clear the snow and ice around them - and raising his eyebrows with a small grin to see Venna conjure herself a pair of tongs to aid the process - Amhran, alas, is left with only his own devices to collect the stones. He does have magic, of course, but none of it particularly useful when it comes to this sort of thing, and so he reaches into the sled and selects a small pickaxe before approaching an area yet to be investigated.
”It will be nice to have the hotsprings back,” he says conversationally, his pickaxe thocking into the earth with a satisfying echo, scattering a few stones for him to be able to sift through. ”I didn’t have reason to go and visit it before, but I know a few people who wil be glad that it’s fixed. And a lot closer, too.” He smiles.
”It will be nice to have the hotsprings back,” he says conversationally, his pickaxe thocking into the earth with a satisfying echo, scattering a few stones for him to be able to sift through. ”I didn’t have reason to go and visit it before, but I know a few people who wil be glad that it’s fixed. And a lot closer, too.” He smiles.
