[SE] heavy boxes and heavy hearts

Liam followed along with his own box, noting the way the townspeople smiled and nodded to Zavien. They did seem like friendly folk. At least there was that, he supposed, even if the Dragoons belonged in Stormbreak with the Family. "It's strange, without the Tower," he admitted. "And quiet, with everyone gone." But, honestly? Other than that, not much had changed. They arrived at the last house, and Liam sat his box down as he considered Zavien's words. It seemed fairly obvious that what he was trying so hard not to say was that it would protect the town from the Family - which was ridiculous, really, given what they could do - but Liam had no interest in arguing a losing battle with a man he considered a friend. It was a shame, really, that they'd ended up on opposite sides of the conflict. So instead he simply nodded. "Right." He opened his own box and began pulling out supplies. "I'm not much of a carpenter," he admitted as he worked. "But I'll do my best to help." Pointless though the exercise may be. Liam I am the patron saint of lost causes