The carpenters had been busy. As busy as them who had gone hunting, even. Darion tried to compare which was even more harder.
Hunting was more dangerous, certainly, every moment in the forest carried the risk of death, of encountering something that could tear you apart before you even had time to react.
The Yuimons, the Horned Olfs, the gorilla-like creatures, they had all been threats that required every ounce of focus and strategy to overcome. One wrong move, one miscalculation, and it could have been over.
But the carpentry work required more consistent effort.
The carpenters had been working non-stop, their hands moving with efficiency that had mastered with practice, their bodies bent over their tasks for hours on end.
They didn't have the thrill of danger to keep them alert; they just had the steady, grinding labor of building something from nothing.
