LOREN
As Oliver and Phoebe went inside and outside respectively, Loren turned to Wessex. Nodding at the former queen’s comment and question, he followed her into the still ruined building. It was mostly a rectangle, but there was a small alcove in one of the far corners. Pointing at it, he turned to face the Ascended. ”I was thinking of just putting up a small wall and a door there.” The space was barely large enough to fit a desk and a chair, and it was windowless, but he didn’t mind.Sparing a quick glance for Oliver, the Launceleyn went back outside. The other man would find that his quest to avoid mud was in vain: the inside had puddles of the stuff, in addition to broken wood and fallen stones. The outside needed a lot of work as well. Sighing, the summoner summoned a bear and had it lift a stone into place. Once it was there, the Launceleyn attempted to fit it into the stones around, and use mortar to seal it. He’d repeat that as many times as necessary until there were no more holes.
On the subject of outside, Delphia would quickly find herself in the market in the Settlement. An older, kindly looking woman, called out to the demi-god. ”Hello there, lass! I couldn’t help but overhear you were looking for some furniture?” The old woman gestured at the chairs she had stacked behind her. ”Got some right here, and there’s more where that came from in the building behind me.” The woman’s eyes gleamed. ”But you gotta do something for me first. My wood and paint supplies are running low.” Waiting expectantly, the old woman watched Delphia.
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A beggar's book
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a noble's blood
