*Zeta sighs, rubs her face a bit hefore finally deciding.*
Zeta: I guess this is a field trip now... 
*She sighs in resignation then walks up to a tree, before holding out her spear, and then cutting horizontally, the blade easily passing through the thick trunk, causing the tree to topple away from everyone.*
Zeta: Getting wood to board up the holr. Sounds good?

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*Eustace barely responds, but does nod.*
Eustace: Souka. And so you drink.