Are
Are smiled at the extra hands his scrawled note had attracted, maybe not the grizzled woodsmen and warriors of yore, but he much rather have skilled labor than hard. His eyes flitted between the strangers and the dilapidated little building. A pile of thatch and hastily processed lumber resting against the wall warmed by the midday sun. He'd managed to scrape together enough tools to go around, and had been given good advice to boot.
"Heill og sæl, thank you for coming. I am Are, and this will be my home, eventually." he said, serious at first but cracking up with a warm smile at his own comment. "You both seem like the handy kind, the one this hovel desperately needs." Are said and chuckled, motioning to sizable holes on the west side of the roof. Whereas the wall had been half torn to shreds, the roof looked more neglected than anything else. Beneath the sparse covering one could see still solid, if a bit weathered, beams holding what thatch in place. "Suggest we start there and work our way down. How about you too get up there and I'll pass you whatever's needed?"
"Heill og sæl, thank you for coming. I am Are, and this will be my home, eventually." he said, serious at first but cracking up with a warm smile at his own comment. "You both seem like the handy kind, the one this hovel desperately needs." Are said and chuckled, motioning to sizable holes on the west side of the roof. Whereas the wall had been half torn to shreds, the roof looked more neglected than anything else. Beneath the sparse covering one could see still solid, if a bit weathered, beams holding what thatch in place. "Suggest we start there and work our way down. How about you too get up there and I'll pass you whatever's needed?"
