Hmmm. That didn't quite turn out the way he'd planned, even taking into account his own less-than-stellar carpentry skills. He didn't realize quite how bad it was until he'd finished and stepped back to admire the work that had been done. Uneven, weak, and likely to fail in a stiff breeze... he bit his lip, glancing to the stalls on either side and their much-sturdier shelving in comparison. Whichever poor Artisan got his booth was going to be in for a world of trouble, and he wouldn't wish that on Deimos, Amalia, or Remi.
Which meant turning to the professional for help.
He grinned wryly at Loren, then turned to Deimos with a sheepish look. "I need more practice," he admitted. "But I can try and hold things steady for you while you fix this?" 'This' being the mess he had made, but hopefully with the General's more capable help it could be set to rights in time for the festival.
Which meant turning to the professional for help.
He grinned wryly at Loren, then turned to Deimos with a sheepish look. "I need more practice," he admitted. "But I can try and hold things steady for you while you fix this?" 'This' being the mess he had made, but hopefully with the General's more capable help it could be set to rights in time for the festival.
