Quanil danced around any gourds that came their way and grabbed a broom to try to shoo them away. They hadn't seen the point in bringing their staff with them to a cleaning, but maybe the broom would be better anyway.
In the end, they gave up and let others who were more skilled at it handle the gourds. They smiled and nodded at Mr.Loren when he arrived, and then opened the door for their chosen room. They made a thoughtful noise at the sound of scurrying and wondered idly about maybe sending some gourds in here to fight it out with... whatever it was that had set up house here. They leaned the broom against the wall by the door and looked around. The lamps caught their attention: further light might send the pests skittering away. They went to the nearest lamp and rattled it a little in its place; hearing no sloshing of fuel, they sighed. So much for that plan.
They took stock of the room in what light there was. The locks were interesting, promising knowledge that someone, at some point, considered precious. But the fact that some part of the floor is gleaming drew their attention because it seemed immediately accessible... and also shiny.
Quanil moved the table and chair aside and retrieved the broom to sweep away the dust on the floor, hoping to reveal the source of the shininess.
In the end, they gave up and let others who were more skilled at it handle the gourds. They smiled and nodded at Mr.
They took stock of the room in what light there was. The locks were interesting, promising knowledge that someone, at some point, considered precious. But the fact that some part of the floor is gleaming drew their attention because it seemed immediately accessible... and also shiny.
Quanil moved the table and chair aside and retrieved the broom to sweep away the dust on the floor, hoping to reveal the source of the shininess.
