Sam stepped back from his work, quite pleased with the perimeter he'd set out, then looked over to see Wessex carrying all the beams like a strongman at a circus. Well, they all had different talents, and years of making books and manuscripts had given him a gift for precision. "I'll lay in the exterior." He offered, going to take the planks.
Waiting for the beams to be placed he then put in each plank, making sure it was snug to the one next to it and of the same height. If the house looked like a fake, shoddily made thing, it wouldn't work as a trap; Sam knew the monsters could be smart, and he was sure they would be able to tell. Craftsmanship was important, so he spent his time making sure he pressed them all exactly into where they needed to be.
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Sam places wall wood!
