LOREN
Loren made sure to nod his thanks at Inside, things were going slightly better. Oliver, would be fine when it came to the pieces of wood he collected. However, perhaps because he was tired from some of the heavy lifting, or careless because he was upset over the mud, or sheer, dumb, bad luck definitely that, he would find that every time he turned his back on the piles of rocks, the mud would’ve carried the stones back to their original positions.
Farther afield, Delphia would also encounter some slight difficulty. Indeed, the shopkeeper was now eying the demi-god suspiciously. ”Either you’re a weird sort of Abandoned, or my good for nothing son put you up to this.” The old woman’s words came out heatedly and her eyes flashed as she crossed her arms. ”Well, if it is my shit-for-brains son you can tell him I’m not too old to box his ear.” It was clear that the shopkeeper had little patience for these antics.
Near the alcove, Wessex’s work would go perfectly, so at least they had that going for them. Indeed, her door and her short wall would stay in place as she put the finishing touches on the hinges.
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A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
