NOAH
I wait and tell myself "life ain't chess,"
Hanging furs in his own home was much easier than hanging them in the Citadel. After moving on to the third fur, Noah heard the sound of furs scraping against the wall and nails tacking the ground. The nails he drove into the wall pulled out, the furs too heavy for what Loren had given him. A huff of frustration left his lips, eyebrows knitting together. The nails he held between his teeth shifted as his jaw hardened. Okay, he thought to himself, holding up the current fur he had been working on, more nails. Noah steadied a nail, ready to be driven into the wall. This time, he put more strength behind each swing until the nail was driven deep into the Citadel well.
His goal was for these furs to be nearly irremovable, come Flowerbirth.
He doubled up on the amount of nails for the current fur than he did the first two. Satisfied with that, he moved backwards--with some grunts and huffs of easily detected frustration--to readjust and reset the first two furs he had attempted to hang. He repeated as he had done for the third, doubling up on the amount of nails than he had used before. Hoping this worked, he stepped back briefly to look at his work and formulate a plan for hanging in the corners. Gathering more nails, he would continue to work this way so long as the nails held.
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Noah doubled up on the amount of nails he originally used and tried to re-hang what fell.
But no one comes in and yes, you're alone...
