What makes a home?

"If I can't move the heavens above, I will move Hell" Sah sighed but nodded, still a bit disappointed but mostly placated. He perked up significantly at the idea of baking a ningo and was soon out the door. Grabbing a sword in hand on the way, he headed straight for some of the ningos hanging out around the building. Within only a few minutes he came back holding a pair of the birds. "Got 'em." He placed the birds down on the counter, grinning triumphantly when upon Deimos' prompting, the oven came to life with little trouble. "So how do we bake them?" Sah asked eagerly, looking forward to both testing out the oven and getting a decent dinner out of it. sah There stood the wolf in the winter wind Full of fearsome might There stood the wolf in the winter wind King of the winter night. -Tim Vallie