Post by dangerouschinchilla on Apr 5, 2016 18:10:38 GMT
"Thank you, Master Wren. It must seem silly to one such as you, but this is all I have left in life." Chin continues to clean up and tidy his cart. When finished he looks over the supplies and the door. "We should seal up the entrance and camp out here until dawn."
Dathel stands away from the scene and watches. His blade is still in hand at first, but he sheathes it after a moment, and then he approaches his own animals and more closely checks that they are alright. Not that he really knows what to check for. In the end, he simply strokes their noses and gives them each a little grain, because that's all he can think of.
He "Very well" when Chin asserts that they'll be camping outside.
After seeing to his animals, Dathel finds the shovel and begins the long, arduous task of shoveling sand back into the doorway.
Post by dangerouschinchilla on Apr 6, 2016 3:18:56 GMT
"Hold up, Dathel. Let us gather a few more items to show for our quest. Perhaps the weapons and sconces of that strange metal might prove profitable." Chin heads down and grabs a sconce or two, some dinner ware, reexamines the contents of the study.