Are
Handy as he was, Are was no carpenter. Although he shrugged and decided to give the door a fair shake, so he went digging for the tools needed. A fair few nails, some half-rusted scrap to jerry-rig a hinge that at least didn't threaten to send the door crashing down on anyone come knocking.
Content with having something to do he started to relax somewhat. Even though Emmett seemed like a man cut from the same cloth as himself, Are could not shake the latent hostility that still hung in the air. The icy words and daggers Roana had stared at the farmer made him wonder though, was he again diving head-first into a conflict that didn't belong to him?
No, all he did was helping friends as well as he could. Standing by those that had stood by him when he needed them the most. That seemed noble enough, at least it helped him lay it to rest for the moment, focusing on the door that seemed more and more solidly mounted. Squeaking like a whole flock of rats crying bloody murder, but working. Kinda.
Content with having something to do he started to relax somewhat. Even though Emmett seemed like a man cut from the same cloth as himself, Are could not shake the latent hostility that still hung in the air. The icy words and daggers Roana had stared at the farmer made him wonder though, was he again diving head-first into a conflict that didn't belong to him?
No, all he did was helping friends as well as he could. Standing by those that had stood by him when he needed them the most. That seemed noble enough, at least it helped him lay it to rest for the moment, focusing on the door that seemed more and more solidly mounted. Squeaking like a whole flock of rats crying bloody murder, but working. Kinda.
