[PQ+] take one brick at a time

The days continue to march on with a routine repeatability that he falls into the habit of naturally. Though his own patterns range a bit from this at home, the general flow of waking up, warming up, working, and then passing out in bed are fundamentally known. Even the neighborhood and the people here are starting to feel familiar, which is a strange feeling given the history of this region. It doesn't escape him that there's a plethora of Abandoned helping them rebuild their Tower. History has moved on, but people's mindsets can definitely linger, and he'd be lying if he didn't say he always walked into Stormbreak a little more aware than other cities.

This experience is helping settle him more, and happily he rejoins the fresh day's work. "Morning!" he greets them all, clapping his hands together and rubbing them. "We're close, I can feel it." With the pulley not needing so many supplies as of late, today he only loads up a little, then clambers up to the top floors to help be a set of hands laying the bricks. Muscles have since crawled past worn and are now accustomed to this work, strength blossoming beneath his motions. Skill and speed have improved too after all thsi practice, and something he once fumbled over now comes easy, the trowel and mortar swiping and sliding over the bricks in his hands without hesitation.

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Iskra lays more bricks

 

Iskra