Ianto
"Don't it always?" Ianto grins as he puts out his pipe and sets it down on the wagon steps. Work out in the end, he means. "Oh? That must have been pretty nice, to get straight out of the Hollowed Grounds." Except for the part where apparently he's still... living there. Until the end of the day, anyway. He chuckles at himself, getting down from the wagon and heading into the forge. "Longnight is pretty quiet in the Greatwood," he calls back. "But I've heard it can get quite nasty in the Grounds."
Nodding at Oliver's direction, Ianto starts to gather all of the materials from off the shelves. The bags might have been heavier overall but a lot of metal from a forge isn't exactly quick work, and he's a little slower this time in transferring it all in and out to the wagon.
"Are we gonna empty the place out?" he wonders. "Just tell me when to stop."
Nodding at Oliver's direction, Ianto starts to gather all of the materials from off the shelves. The bags might have been heavier overall but a lot of metal from a forge isn't exactly quick work, and he's a little slower this time in transferring it all in and out to the wagon.
"Are we gonna empty the place out?" he wonders. "Just tell me when to stop."
