[2020] A Bit of Remodeling - Part 2

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Last time we had a bit of a natter, you were asking me about the refurbishment of this here keep, I believe?

How do you feel about it now it’s bedding in, by the way? I reckon it’s practical to put the armoury and the forge next to one another. Although now I come to think of it, maybe storing black powder bombs next to open flames wasn’t the best idea I’ve ever had. Still, it’ll be a night to remember, if nothing else. And it’s not like any of us are clumsy old sods, is it?

Well, it’s not like all of us are clumsy old sods, anyway. Maybe we ought to lock that bomb cabinet up? And keep the key well hidden.

Anyhow, about the closed-off sections of the keep. That’s a bit of a necessity, I’m afraid. My mate Rosalinde – who as I’m sure you’ll recall, what with you all taking eager notes and trying to second guess my motivations, is a Light Wizard specialising in architecture – prefers to complete these little projects of hers stage by stage. Likes to keep everything in her head so as to reduce the chances of accidentally leaving out the odd buttress here or there.

It’s not perfect: her memory has limits, and there are holes everywhere. Those warning signs aren’t just for show. I’ve got a couple of my lads lending a hand as well, just to be sure. Personally, I reckon that’s just good sense when you’re as far up a mountain as we are. No sense us helping out the Pactsworn with a bit of shoddy stonework over a sheer drop, now is there?

As to what Rosalinde’s working on? Well, that’s secret, for now.

Oh, don’t look at me like that. What’s life without one or two surprises, eh? And this’ll be the good kind of surprise, not the ‘Kerillian’s been putting funny herbs in the ale barrels’ kind of surprise. I’m all for new experiences, but seeing through time and space ain’t one of them. Had a splitting headache for days after, but I got off light.

Three days, someone thought they were a sheep, didn’t they? We’ll say no more about it.