Post by Mulven Renehan on Sept 27, 2023 23:57:05 GMT
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Mulven wiped his forearm across his forehead in an attempt to rub off the sweat dripping there. Despite the overcast nature of the unusual weather they were having, not to mention the low rolling fog, he was sweating up a storm. It wasn't so much the days heat as it were the amount of labor he'd been doing.
He used to build for the elites of Lodan society for good money too. But here he was in the hovel, turning debris into dwellings. No one was paying him to do it, this was merely an matter of his pride sticking his foot in his mouth or perhaps his hammer in his hand.
Due to an unfortunate conversation in a seaside pub recently; he'd overheard some folk talking about the efforts to rebuild the hovel, saying things like "It's passed the point of no return" "Why rebuild, when it's just going to crumble again" and "the people who live there are naught but dogs anyway, doubt they'd know the difference."
Mulven wasn't exactly invited to this conversation but his ego just had to butt in. "No rebuild is passed the point of no return, when you have the right builder."
"Oh yea, like who?"
"Like me, of course! I'm Mulven Renehan! There's nothing I can't build, and no one out there who could build it faster than me."
His big mouth, and his big ego got him into this very-literal-mess, and now all he can do is build his way out of it, or else return home a failure with tail tucked between his legs.
He didn't even know who's dwelling he was working on now. No one so far had shown up to claim it. Hell, no one had even bothered asking him yet what he was doing here, so he just kept on working in silence, determined to prove himself right.
Mulven wiped his forearm across his forehead in an attempt to rub off the sweat dripping there. Despite the overcast nature of the unusual weather they were having, not to mention the low rolling fog, he was sweating up a storm. It wasn't so much the days heat as it were the amount of labor he'd been doing.
He used to build for the elites of Lodan society for good money too. But here he was in the hovel, turning debris into dwellings. No one was paying him to do it, this was merely an matter of his pride sticking his foot in his mouth or perhaps his hammer in his hand.
Due to an unfortunate conversation in a seaside pub recently; he'd overheard some folk talking about the efforts to rebuild the hovel, saying things like "It's passed the point of no return" "Why rebuild, when it's just going to crumble again" and "the people who live there are naught but dogs anyway, doubt they'd know the difference."
Mulven wasn't exactly invited to this conversation but his ego just had to butt in. "No rebuild is passed the point of no return, when you have the right builder."
"Oh yea, like who?"
"Like me, of course! I'm Mulven Renehan! There's nothing I can't build, and no one out there who could build it faster than me."
His big mouth, and his big ego got him into this very-literal-mess, and now all he can do is build his way out of it, or else return home a failure with tail tucked between his legs.
He didn't even know who's dwelling he was working on now. No one so far had shown up to claim it. Hell, no one had even bothered asking him yet what he was doing here, so he just kept on working in silence, determined to prove himself right.