tried to fight the creeping sense of dread with temporal things
Well whaddya know, the lot'a you are more talented at construction than you have any right to be or Raza had any right to expect. Sweating and a little sore, you take a break for coffee and a malasada, admiring the new floors and walls while leaning on a table. Seems like a good set of accomplishments for a day's work. Time to pack up and head home, right?
Wrong. There's another set of tasks doled out, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes at it, groaning internally. Externally you simply nod, letting others take their tasks and scoffing at Milo's generosity. You're left with making rods, which is in fact right up your alley. Maybe it'll take a bit longer than it should, but it'll come out painted in rather nice colors with a motif of leaves carved into the wood.
Zeph makes rods.
Wrong. There's another set of tasks doled out, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes at it, groaning internally. Externally you simply nod, letting others take their tasks and scoffing at Milo's generosity. You're left with making rods, which is in fact right up your alley. Maybe it'll take a bit longer than it should, but it'll come out painted in rather nice colors with a motif of leaves carved into the wood.
Zeph makes rods.
ZEPHYR
