Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141106144243/@comment-3293219-20141115132109

"From the sounds of it, someone's already covering that front..." Arild replied as Shrike's shrieks echoed throughout the fort, Arild followed them, so that he could hand them some more materials to aid them in their 'building' efforts.

The Argonian was stood, infront of the Khajiit, holding a small wooden block in his hand...

"Shrike, you've put too much pressure on it! You aren't supposed to smack the chizel is the mallet, you're supposed to tap it! Now you've splintered another one."

"Too hard! Too boring! Shrike want different job!"

Kud-Jet sighed and tossed the small block away before gesturing towards the Orsimer.

"Help Larrius with the fortifications and don't touch anything unless he tells you to first!"

"Y-Yes Kud-Jet, Shrike do what you say." The Khajiit ran over to the Orsimer, much to his joy.

Arild approached them, with the bundle of materials in his arms, the Argonian seemed relieved to be recieving them.

"Ah, thank you... We were running short." He replied, graciously taking them from the Nord's bear-like hands.