[PQ] school daze

LOREN

At least Delphia agreed to go easily enough, leaving Loren free to deal with the shopkeeper and the furniture. Loren sighed when he arrived back—having towed the table and chairs all the way over here with the assistance of his wolves—to discover that the three other people hadn’t managed to clean up the mess yet. A long suffering look crossed his features before he schooled them into a neutral mask, though his eyes flicked to Wessex and lingered there for a long moment, eyes sympathetic.

Setting the burdens down, he glanced around at the group, flanked by his wolves. Then he nodded firmly, a determined expression on his face. ”Oliver and Wessex, I’d appreciate it if you could go and retrieve the rest of the furniture from the shopkeeper. You can’t miss her, she’s the traumatized looking old woman. Tell her the man who refilled her paint sent you, and that I'll be along shortly with her wood.” He rattled off the short directions to the other two before turning to Delphia. ”You order the mud to stay out.”

With that, he raised both hands and blasted every piece of mud he could find, scouring the walls and the floors of the stuff with water. He kept going until every inch of the stuff was well and gone, flushed out the door. Hoping that the demi-god would do as he requested, he gathered up the wood he could find to bring it back to the shopkeeper.

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