R O N I N
"Gargoyles? In the underground?" Ronin wrinkled his nose and made a mental note to go and investigate the place as soon as he got the chance next; something like that sounded like it was worthy of his time and attention. For now, however, he was concentrating on the tree in front of him. Pausing just before it could fall, he nodded encouragingly to
They were lucky and with his companion's help the tree would fall in just the right place. Ronin hefted their newly-acquired support beam over to the pony, fixing it in place before returning to repeat the process with a couple more trees.
That done, they headed back to the Settlement where the perch seemed as though it was coming together. As Rory took back his pony for the pulley system and the crossbeam, Ronin indeed tried to corral the rest of the group to hoist the supports in place. "Alright," he would call as he readied a few of the logs they'd gathered. "We have to work together to make sure the supports are in the right place. If we fall out of sync we might knock the crossbeam askew." And that wouldn't be great. At all.
