[center][h2][color=yellow]Valthyr Naffron[/color][/h2][/center]

[sub]Location: Desmond's warehouse
Interacting with: a large chunk of wood[/sub]
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Once the tree had been felled, the giant called Ivor and Valthyr each went their own ways again. There were tasks to attend to and while the druid really enjoyed the idea of a marvelous, super-sized bonfire cheering up the people, he also had a special 'customer' of sorts to cheer up. Or rather: He had promised her something special. Valthyr now counted on the merchant Desmond sticking to his word and giving him shelter for as long as it would take for the tree-house to grow. Hopefully nobody had trampled that down that while it was still tiny and its owner absent...!

A pair of men unlucky enough to encounter the druid on the open street while he was looking for a favor opened their eyes wide when they saw the large chunk of trunk that needed to get to the warehouse. Ivor was busy with the big rest, so this little transport had to be arranged a little more suited for ordinary people. That meant rolling it over the snow. A horse would have been able to drag it, but the bitter cold made the effort of prepping and hitching it up less appealing than the more intensive alternative. Good thing that Valthyr could not exactly count himself to the small and lithe kind of individual himself.

The warehouse was large, dark and unheated. The wind pressed against the large roof high above the druid's head and the timber groaned here and there from time to time, giving the repeated but nontheless false impression that he was not alone in here. Truth be told, it did make him a little nervous initially no matter what the mind said. The maze of crates and shelves in all of its vast lonelyless would have been a very good place for [i]another[/i] murder in town, so Valthyr couldn't help but twist his head more than once upon a particularly suspicious sound. He needed to concentrate on the work ahead, even if that would make it even more easier for anybody to assault him from behind.

The large chunks could be removed by the power of the same magic and patience he had already executed in the forest, but the nitty gritty details required a much more traditional approach using a wooden hammer, a chisel and a small saw. All items could be found here (at the expense of a yet unknown, future customer who would pay the full price for items that had been already used once perhaps!), but time would have to be taken from the night.

And so he was, laboring away at Sya's future piece of furniture and with only candles surrounding him in a huge, empty building full of crates and potential murder weapons.