I will still be here, stargazing
Iskra had always considered himself relatively strong, but he was no match for the duo that would face off against dragons and their lands. After running, sweeping, mopping, fighting a snow demon, and now shoving furniture, the simple woodcutter felt he was nearing his limit. He leaned over one of the desks, panting and catching his breath for a moment while Deimos surveyed. It did not take him long though, and the Warden was soon off to another room. Iskra shoved off the desk after a moment of despair, not willing to voice his complaints or appear any weaker before them. He leaned into a long and tall stretch, hoping it might renew some vigor.
Passing by Goose, Iskra scratched at the dog's ears. The beast, satisfied with his carnage of the nest, had settled for a nap. The urge to lie down and curl up with him was strong, but Iskra continued on, stepping into the storage room once more as Deimos gave them another to-do list. So they had remembered the mysterious nest here. They'd likely been too involved in their work when Iskra mentioned it, a pointless reminder amongst others, not necessary of notice.
Still having no clue what the nest was, Iskra left that for one of them and their wider experiences. Having already struggled to clean this room once, Iskra also didn't rush to get back into that battle again. Also given his waning endurance, he quickly took the opportunity to select what he figured was the easiest job - organizing. He had to do some manner of this naturally in order to best bundle and stack the wood he chopped, and well he liked a clean house as much as anyone. Wordlessly now, a bit mindlessly even, he began to collect and redistribute the odds and ends of the room in a meaningful and efficient way.
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Iskra organizes the room
Passing by Goose, Iskra scratched at the dog's ears. The beast, satisfied with his carnage of the nest, had settled for a nap. The urge to lie down and curl up with him was strong, but Iskra continued on, stepping into the storage room once more as Deimos gave them another to-do list. So they had remembered the mysterious nest here. They'd likely been too involved in their work when Iskra mentioned it, a pointless reminder amongst others, not necessary of notice.
Still having no clue what the nest was, Iskra left that for one of them and their wider experiences. Having already struggled to clean this room once, Iskra also didn't rush to get back into that battle again. Also given his waning endurance, he quickly took the opportunity to select what he figured was the easiest job - organizing. He had to do some manner of this naturally in order to best bundle and stack the wood he chopped, and well he liked a clean house as much as anyone. Wordlessly now, a bit mindlessly even, he began to collect and redistribute the odds and ends of the room in a meaningful and efficient way.
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Iskra organizes the room
Iskra
