[center][h3][color=yellow]Druidic Furniture Works Inc.[/color][/h3][/center] [sub]Interactions with: Sya at the end Location: Desmond's warehouse, on the roads of Dawnhaven and the Hot Springs[/sub] The night's progress did not make the warehouse any less spooky than the first impression it had given, but after a couple of minutes had passed, Valthyr hardly noticed anymore. There were other scary things to deal with: How to carve out what should become a highly irregular piece of furniture suited not to an ordinary human's butt, but the very curved and irregular body shape of a half snake, half human user that would be Sya. There were several requirements that the druid needed to consider: First of all was shape. Something that was just flat would maybe work for the lower body, but weight distribution would be a lot better if he'd make it longer and more curved so to force less deformation and increase the surface area. The same held true for the backrest. Maybe something like a front-rest would be better ? Like people sometimes turned their chairs around to put their hands onto the top of the backrest. Well, if Sya wanted that, she could do that anyway as well perhaps. Second was surface quality. Ordinary people often wore thick clothes and had decent body fat around their butt, but what about... scales ? Were these even real scales or something different that only looked like it ? Valthyr could only speculate and decide for the safest option there was. Making the surface as smooth as possible and literally cutting corners was a good thing this time. The idea of treating the wood with oil crossed his mind, but again, that could be done later on still and he was not familiar with the mostly Aurelian oils around here. Hopefully this tree's wood had not so much of a tendency to splinter and leave behind tiny wooden needles that could puncture her anyway. On the plus side, he was pretty sure that Sya didn't weigh that much, so sturdyness was not a major concern. Then again... it would be in the Eye Of The Beholder. From what he had been able to find out about that place himself so far, it could be rather turbulent and reckless, too. What if some drunken asshole would kick it around for it would not be useable for him most likely, but just occupy space ? Last but not least, there was the factor of time. He had made a promise and didn't want her to wait for weeks. So candles were set up quickly, a set of tools that was more proper than the bare rock he picked up the forest found and magic let go off to remove the coarse bulk of the massive wooden block efficiently. It was pretty cold and the chill of standing naked in the forest had not yet entirely let go of the druid, so the imagination to try and feed the removed (and all of a sudden halfway rotten) scraps into a small fire made right on the ground was tempting. Unfortunately, Desmond might not have approved of all of his goods having that smell of dried and smoked food attached to them. Not to mention the hazard of accidentally burning down the whole place. Wood was a major material for the druids Valthyr came from. With the proper knowledge and some, let's say, non-standard processing and treatment, it could replace stone and even metal in a surprisingly large number of applications. So it was pretty hard to find any of his kind who hadn't learned at least a little bit about working with a saw and a plane. Valthyr made a mental note about asking this Flynn guy whether he could grow an Anzanica-tree here. The perfect plant to make arms and armor from, but it really didn't get along very nicely with most other plants because they had a tendency to be [i]a little[/i] toxic. Wait... he should ask to grow an entire forest of them, around useless man's residence! If the noble would try and burn it because leaves fell onto his property... ---- Valthyr had no idea about how much time had actually passed. Under any normal circumstances, the fact that there still was nothing but darkness not shining through the fine gaps in the wooden walls would have given a decent hint, but without the sun it said nothing. As the flow of work started to recede, the druid slowly noticed just how drained he felt. Would Sya even recognize him as him as he still wore one of Ivor's furs and was not really shorter than the blightborn ? And where was she ? The dark rings around his eyes made a pretty stark contrast to his bright red hair, so much so that one could think he had been beaten up after his disappearance at the hot springs. The druid's back felt somewhat stiff from all the bending and standing all the time and his mind felt like a sponge after having turned that corner of the warehouse into a ritual circle. The best idea probably was to carry the finished product straight to the Eye. If Sya wasn't there, he could still at least just topple over and start sleeping on a warm, comfy ground. He didn't knock at the door, he just bumped it open pretty hard so it would stay open long enough to carry the chair in. Also he just wanted the warmth to surge over his tortured body. Yet the lamia wasn't here according to a bunch of lone patrons still idling around here. So maybe she was still in the hot water ? Could use some of that as well to wash off the dirt. Hopefully there was a guard or so he could ask to watch him in case he'd fall asleep in the water and start drowning! So the druid trundled on through the snow at more of a snail's pace than ever before albeit he had left the chair in the inn. He had spotted some sort of second way directly to the springs upon his first arrival, that was the approach he was going to use. ---- [color=yellow]"Sya ? Are you still here ?"[/color] Valthyr's hoarse voice reverberated through the area seemingly out of nowhere as the amount of condensed steam blocking everyone's sight had only increased.