They were a quiet bunch as they worked; Kel naturally reticent around strangers, and even more so after his early experiences on Caido, fell easily into silence. Oliver's name and where he was from earned a brief, startled look. He'd only heard that the innkeeper was looking for muscle to make room for refugees, not where those refugees were from, and the information sat uneasily in the pit of his stomach. He was so distracted by that he didn't think to ask about 'LongNight', focusing instead on his task until the bottles were cleared away and the boxes stacked.
He frowned a little as Samuel took the simplest task for himself, but such was the way of overseers across all worlds, it seemed. "I'll split the food rations." It was a quiet claim, but he was no interior decorator, and had no idea how to arrange such a small, enclosed space for multiple families. Even the thought of being packed into the back of the inn for more than an evening triggered a flicker of claustrophobic nausea that he fought down as he moved over to the food boxes.
"How... how big are the families?" he asked uncertainly as he looked down at the supplies, knowing how he would split them for individuals, but for families? "And how many are there going to be? How many adults and how many children?" He knew several ways to keep things cool, but all of them required space or items which they didn't seem to have on hand: running water, a well, a root cellar... nothing that could simply be conjured from thin air to last a whole season in Torchline's warmth.
He started to divide up the bread and roots for single adults until he learned more.
Kel heads over to the food supplies, but isn't sure how to divide them up without more information so starts making food packs for individual adults for the moment.
He frowned a little as Samuel took the simplest task for himself, but such was the way of overseers across all worlds, it seemed. "I'll split the food rations." It was a quiet claim, but he was no interior decorator, and had no idea how to arrange such a small, enclosed space for multiple families. Even the thought of being packed into the back of the inn for more than an evening triggered a flicker of claustrophobic nausea that he fought down as he moved over to the food boxes.
"How... how big are the families?" he asked uncertainly as he looked down at the supplies, knowing how he would split them for individuals, but for families? "And how many are there going to be? How many adults and how many children?" He knew several ways to keep things cool, but all of them required space or items which they didn't seem to have on hand: running water, a well, a root cellar... nothing that could simply be conjured from thin air to last a whole season in Torchline's warmth.
He started to divide up the bread and roots for single adults until he learned more.
Kel heads over to the food supplies, but isn't sure how to divide them up without more information so starts making food packs for individual adults for the moment.
