"Damit Orin, for the last time, stop hammering my hand and hit the nail!" Lex roared at the Hammer Deity. This was not the first, or even the first hundredth time Lex was yelling at Orin to focus on the task at hand instead of playing around.
In Orin's defense, he couldn't help it. Lex's body was now, officially, harder than his Veevatil hammer, so by using his body as the hammer, he could refine his own hammer. Unfortunately, Lex refused to cooperate, so Orin was forced to use more… creative measures. It was far from enough to get the results he wanted, so there was little he could do since he couldn't actually forsake the task.
With one, heaving yet reluctant slam, Orin slammed the final nail with his hammer, completing the submersible tavern, meant to travel in large liquid bodies.
Lex heard a familiar sound, alerting him that the quest was complete. He gave Orin an annoyed glare, and then turned to the other, exhausted and relieved group of workers.
