Mateo
Murmuring an unintelligible greeting to Lena as she arrives, Mateo listens and internally groans at the idea of any manual labour, but Sohalia is right, both about the Silk Houses needing to be safer and the helpful addition of light sources. "Alright, I will do my best," he tells her, peeling himself off the wall and grabbing a spade before moving a small distance down from where an arctic fox is diligently digging.
Mateo's work doesn't necessarily go slower, given the size of the spade compared to fox paws, but he's not nearly as energetic, and although he's absolutely used to digging given his profession, it feels far too hot to be doing this. Still, with only the smallest of complaints (mainly in the travelling tongue), he digs a hole deep enough to support a post for a lantern.
Mateo grabs a spade and gets to digging!
Mateo's work doesn't necessarily go slower, given the size of the spade compared to fox paws, but he's not nearly as energetic, and although he's absolutely used to digging given his profession, it feels far too hot to be doing this. Still, with only the smallest of complaints (mainly in the travelling tongue), he digs a hole deep enough to support a post for a lantern.
Mateo grabs a spade and gets to digging!
i've told you time and time again
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
