He knew how hard it was to repair or build beneath the baking sun of Longheat. His own attempts to repair the Atheneum had been slowed by the wicked weather, but because of that he didn't feel he could leave a friend to fend for himself in it, either. Though, never let it be said that he couldn't learn the occasional new lesson...
A wheelbarrow borrowed from his own renovation site rolled and bumped cheerfully down the street as the Loreseeker approached, a keg of rainwater held within. He made his way to the Monster Hunter's Guild and offered Ronin a grin as Isuma peeked her head over the side of the wheelbarrow to Reep! a panted greeting at Sugar. The gryphlet was far too warm in her coat of feathers and fur, and quickly leapt to crouch in the shade beside Ronin's crate as her companion set the wheelbarrow down, glancing briefly to Are with a neutral expression and then back to his friend.
"The bridge wasn't fancy enough for you?" he teased, wiping sweat from his brow before replacing the broad-brimmed straw hat that looked terribly out of place on a man who usually took care to look refined. Inelegant it might have been, but it shaded his face and neck as he sauntered over to his fellow guildmaster and punster. "I've brought water for the day's work," he gestured back at the keg. "And I can help you hang things high up or haul carts if I need to." It was an oblique admission, not flaunting his abilities but acknowledging that Ronin already knew what he was, and some of what he could do, if it would be helpful that day.
A wheelbarrow borrowed from his own renovation site rolled and bumped cheerfully down the street as the Loreseeker approached, a keg of rainwater held within. He made his way to the Monster Hunter's Guild and offered Ronin a grin as Isuma peeked her head over the side of the wheelbarrow to Reep! a panted greeting at Sugar. The gryphlet was far too warm in her coat of feathers and fur, and quickly leapt to crouch in the shade beside Ronin's crate as her companion set the wheelbarrow down, glancing briefly to Are with a neutral expression and then back to his friend.
"The bridge wasn't fancy enough for you?" he teased, wiping sweat from his brow before replacing the broad-brimmed straw hat that looked terribly out of place on a man who usually took care to look refined. Inelegant it might have been, but it shaded his face and neck as he sauntered over to his fellow guildmaster and punster. "I've brought water for the day's work," he gestured back at the keg. "And I can help you hang things high up or haul carts if I need to." It was an oblique admission, not flaunting his abilities but acknowledging that Ronin already knew what he was, and some of what he could do, if it would be helpful that day.
