like a chicken with it's head chopped off

After hearing about the decision to leave the Rathskellar open, Loren had known he would need to get it ready for LongNight. So he’d gathered what supplies he had left from setting up the rest of the Temple—black cloths, rugs, snow moss, and wooden planks—and piled them onto a golem, which he directed through the tunnel. Getting it through the wall he found there was difficult, but he managed. Emerging into the Rathskellar proper, he was surprised to find Wessex there. Apparently she’d had a similar idea. ”Wessex. Can I be of assistance?” The summoner inclined his head carefully; while their last encounter had been cordial enough, he didn’t know where they stood. Still, they were united in purpose for now, so he gathered up handfuls of moss while his golem set down the bundle in the tunnel, before it started laying down carpets. Probably didn't need to wait for her directions in this case. However, while he had the queen here, he might as well try something. ”Might I ask a favor?” It wasn’t really a favor, just something they’d been putting off, but it needed to be done. LOREN Not quite an open book