Arrenfinds little satisfaction in Nohem's answers but Predak’s practicality at least offers something solid to work with.
"Understood, Ma'am", he replies, watching the Commandant and the Lieutenant depart. Then he lets out a slow breath before turning his eyes back to the excavation. This journey has taken stranger turns than he ever expected when they left Tus. Who would have thought they'd end up working in a newly uncovered ruin. Two days, he reminds himself. Hopefully something happens by then—either the excavation ends with nothing more than murals, or something else is uncovered and the situation shifts. Arren isn't entirely sure which outcome he prefers.
He follows Tace to the dead end, and when the Corporal suggests leaving their gear where they can keep an eye on it, he nods. "Maybe tomorrow we can leave them in the carriage. It doesn't look like we're going to need them." He pauses, glancing around the excavation and the workers as he removes his weapons and chainmail, keeping only the dagger with him. "I thought we'd find more people upset with the situation," he murmurs. "But everyone seems… cooperative. Isn't that strange? They were dragged away from their everyday lives, after all."
Arren chooses to replace one of the diggers rather than help with rubble. He scans the group for someone who looks worn out, someone who's clearly earned a rest, and approaches that person with a brief, polite smile. "You look like you could use a break. I can take over for a while. Been here long? Since the first day after the quake?"
Even as he works, he watches the flow of the workers and tries to catch what they talk about among themselves. But it doesn't take long for reality to hit him: the digging is grueling. Even with his strength, the night’s exhaustion weighs more heavily than he expected, and he isn’t used to this kind of labor. Progress comes slower than he'd like.
Arren finds little satisfaction in Nohem's answers but Predak’s practicality at least offers something solid to work with.
"Understood, Ma'am", he replies, watching the Commandant and the Lieutenant depart. Then he lets out a slow breath before turning his eyes back to the excavation. This journey has taken stranger turns than he ever expected when they left Tus. Who would have thought they'd end up working in a newly uncovered ruin. Two days, he reminds himself. Hopefully something happens by then—either the excavation ends with nothing more than murals, or something else is uncovered and the situation shifts. Arren isn't entirely sure which outcome he prefers.
He follows Tace to the dead end, and when the Corporal suggests leaving their gear where they can keep an eye on it, he nods.
"Maybe tomorrow we can leave them in the carriage. It doesn't look like we're going to need them." He pauses, glancing around the excavation and the workers as he removes his weapons and chainmail, keeping only the dagger with him. "I thought we'd find more people upset with the situation," he murmurs. "But everyone seems… cooperative. Isn't that strange? They were dragged away from their everyday lives, after all."
Arren chooses to replace one of the diggers rather than help with rubble. He scans the group for someone who looks worn out, someone who's clearly earned a rest, and approaches that person with a brief, polite smile. "You look like you could use a break. I can take over for a while. Been here long? Since the first day after the quake?"
Even as he works, he watches the flow of the workers and tries to catch what they talk about among themselves. But it doesn't take long for reality to hit him: the digging is grueling. Even with his strength, the night’s exhaustion weighs more heavily than he expected, and he isn’t used to this kind of labor. Progress comes slower than he'd like.
Constitution: 14+3 = 17
Strength: (
3+4;4+4) = 8Perception: (
9+3; 4+3) = 7(@volcano stole the good rolls! :D)
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Auriel | Shenua | Arren | Lyra