Seven days later, the livestock construction was over. It was done.
Darion, Garren, and Seren stood at the farmlands now, looking at the work the carpenters had done.
It was early evening, the sun still hanging above the horizon, casting long golden shadows across the fields. The air was cool, carrying the smell of fresh timber and turned earth.
They watched the carpenters finish up the last bit: a final plank being nailed into place, a last section of fencing being secured.
The head carpenter stepped back, surveyed his work, and nodded to himself. Then he turned to Darion and gave a respectful bow.
"It's done, m'lord," he said.
Darion nodded and walked forward. Garren and Seren followed.
They examined the place in detail. Darion ran his hand along the wooden beams of the main pen, feeling the smoothness of the planed surface. He pressed his weight against it, testing its stability.
