It's the job that's never started
Iskra and Thorn continue their work tirelessly alongside the others, a comradery having built between the workers that will transcend their time building the Tower. Zavien catches fond glances of men calling Iskra over to help with drying a particularly stubborn patch or waving Thorn over when someone jams their finger between the bricks. It warms his heart, a hope perching proudly on his chest to eclipse any negativity that tries to take hold.
Pulling on the line, he raises the last set of bricks before they're putting together the scaffolding at the top of the Tower. Not one for heights himself - and looking particularly green whenever he glances out the window - Zavien opts for passing supplies through the opening to those standing on the wooden supports. A few large pieces of metal and piles smaller bricks are ready to be secured at the top in whatever fashion the men choose.
Grinning at his friends, he gives an encouraging nod of his head. "Let's finish this bad boy off!" However, his eyes catch on the dark clouds around them, a small line of worry creasing his brows. They'd been lucky with weather the past few days, but the dry storm hanging over their heads could easily choose this final day to strike. "Just be careful of lightning. If you see or hear anything, get inside as quick as you can. We don't need anyone risking their lives."
LAST ROUND!!!
Help secure the spire and finish the top of the Tower!! Beware any flashy lightning strikes.
Pulling on the line, he raises the last set of bricks before they're putting together the scaffolding at the top of the Tower. Not one for heights himself - and looking particularly green whenever he glances out the window - Zavien opts for passing supplies through the opening to those standing on the wooden supports. A few large pieces of metal and piles smaller bricks are ready to be secured at the top in whatever fashion the men choose.
Grinning at his friends, he gives an encouraging nod of his head. "Let's finish this bad boy off!" However, his eyes catch on the dark clouds around them, a small line of worry creasing his brows. They'd been lucky with weather the past few days, but the dry storm hanging over their heads could easily choose this final day to strike. "Just be careful of lightning. If you see or hear anything, get inside as quick as you can. We don't need anyone risking their lives."
LAST ROUND!!!
Help secure the spire and finish the top of the Tower!! Beware any flashy lightning strikes.
as takes longest to finish.
Zavien
