and I've only got my brittle bones to break the fall
Of course, Aamu has been slaving away with Mabel, scavenging resources and hauling nearby timbers before disappearing towards the Settlement. He mentioned something about lanterns before he left, and when he arrives, he is hauling his own little cart at the tail end of Wessex's caravan. He eyes the materials with appreciation as he slides up next to Mabel again, giving a polite nod to Sam. At this point he's seen him around, and knows he's the Ascended bookstore owner and that he has the loveliest, fluffiest cat and Aamu's actually dying to pet her."I'm fine with or without windows," he offers (really uselessly) with a small shrug. "Messy interior or no? I stocked up on some lanterns if we want to light some for bait and leave inside. Oh, and oil and scrap cloth to prep it for burning." What's better than a Molotov cocktail? There's a handful empty bottles and jugs in his cache too, as he's not entirely sure how they'll be doing this, but he figures a ranged assault to light it all up is the best. And you never know with magic. Better come prepared.
Aamu brings a bunch of lighting materials (candles and lanterns), a bunch of lamp oil and scrap cloth and flasks.
Aamu
