flora
Given the choices, Flora happily picked wood. She'd be the type to always make that joke while playing Settlers of Catan. Reaching for the address, Flora waggled her eye brows at Hadama before spinning on her heel and calling for all those who were good wood-gatherers to form a line.
Of course phrasing it this way meant the NPCs who stepped forward were more of the shit-stirring variety, but the Doubletake hardly cared. Sure the planks might be unwieldy, but they could form a conga line to transport them, or worst case scenario, just borrow a horse and cart along the way.
"Come on babes, we got this." She cheered to her group before sashaying off in the direction her address indicated.
Of course phrasing it this way meant the NPCs who stepped forward were more of the shit-stirring variety, but the Doubletake hardly cared. Sure the planks might be unwieldy, but they could form a conga line to transport them, or worst case scenario, just borrow a horse and cart along the way.
"Come on babes, we got this." She cheered to her group before sashaying off in the direction her address indicated.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
