Ah, I have to escape before Thalor finds me.
I quickly slipped out of the side exit of the gathering hall, best to avoid Thalor as much as I can, so I don't get tempted. Even I don't trust my body.
I had other things to do anyway. I already promised them a nursery by tomorrow, so I have to get everything ready by tomorrow as fast as I can.
My mind was already buzzing with blueprints. If I were going to turn this pack of disgruntled rivals into a functional community, I needed a state-of-the-art neutral ground. A place so impressive that the mothers would be too busy marveling at it to fight, and so fun that the pups would never want to leave.
And to do that, I needed a craftsman.
With directions from the folks, I started walking toward the northern edge of the village, where the scent of fresh pine and the sound of a mallet hitting down with a powerful thud-thud. I must be in the right place.
The craftsmen were at work.
