The news wasn't great and Tal grimaced as Noah and Deimos reported problems in their directions as well. This was going to be a pain in the ice, but the gates had to be repaired and reinforced before War came knocking on them. Tal would never forget the day they'd been flung open by the Eirachi's cultists...
"I can mix cement," he offered when the tasks were laid out. "Been gettin' lots of practice at it lately." Between waystations and watchtowers he had developed a good sense for when it was at the proper consistency for the strongest bond. He tossed Deimos a wry salute and headed over to the fire and the large cauldron waiting there. Filling the basin with snow he let it melt and reach a certain depth before pouring in the cement mix a little at a time and stirring with a slow, firm persistence until the slurry began to thicken into a usable paste.
Tal readies the cement mix!
"I can mix cement," he offered when the tasks were laid out. "Been gettin' lots of practice at it lately." Between waystations and watchtowers he had developed a good sense for when it was at the proper consistency for the strongest bond. He tossed Deimos a wry salute and headed over to the fire and the large cauldron waiting there. Filling the basin with snow he let it melt and reach a certain depth before pouring in the cement mix a little at a time and stirring with a slow, firm persistence until the slurry began to thicken into a usable paste.
Tal readies the cement mix!
