[SE] heavy boxes and heavy hearts

Zavien led Liam over to an area filled with assorted boxes, piles of wood, and other supplies meant for building fences. He raised his brows. Apparently, the region of King's End must have done quite a lot for the displaced Dragoons, if Zavien was willing to go to such lengths to assist them. The warmth in the man's voice as he spoke of them further solidified the thought in Liam's mind. "I'm glad that you've been well taken care of," he said. He didn't quite understand why they were here instead of back home in Stormbreak, but nonetheless, he was glad that they'd been treated well. Even if the Family would have treated them better, had they stayed. In any case, Liam knelt to grab one of the boxes, waiting for instruction and instead receiving a question as to what he'd been up to. "Not much," he admitted, shifting the box in his arms as Zavien appeared to struggle with one that looked light, but must be fairly heavy. "I've been spending time in Stormbreak and the Greatwood - so nothing new there," he added with a soft chuckle. "But no, nothing particularly interesting." Liam I am the patron saint of lost causes