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[forthebothofus]

So...

[Branching out of her comfort zone is a hard thing.]

I'm looking to do some work. Building or making whatever people need. Not sure if I'll be able to do everything, but try me. And if I can't, might be able to find someone who can chip in where I slack off.

I'm pretty good with my hands.

[Even if no one wants or needs anything done, she

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[fallintheriver]

Building things? Like what?

[forthebothofus]

Woodwork, some mechanics, traps and weapon repairs.

If you've got something broken, I can take a shot at fixing it.

[fallintheriver]

I don't actually have anything besides my clothes. I was just wondering.

[forthebothofus]

Oh. Well, if you ever do, throw it this way and we'll see what can be done.

I'm Abeni by the way.

[helluvachin]

[Oh hey she's talking to people! That's great!]

It's a bit empty in forge. Could always use another pair of hands.

[forthebothofus]

[Talking? More like fumbling. At least she's trying. :3]

Just say the word and I'm there. Have you got anything to work on now?

[helluvachin]

[It's good enough for him. That's how he talks to everyone.]

Um, well I've been playing around with those furry talking things we got out of the bags. I uh, don't actually have anymore steel to forge anything with.

[forthebothofus]

I've been meaning to mess around with mine. I haven't yet though.

[Abeni breathes a sigh, already mulling over where they might get steel from.]

Have you tried asking staff if there's more? Anything we can melt down to use?

[Not that she has any idea what they can even build.]

[virulentrouge]

Hmph. A carpenter, eh?

[Self-inflicted or no, the hole in the wall of his bedroom still needs repair.]

[forthebothofus]

I wouldn't go that far with titles, but I know the basics.

[Hell if she's not going to be reading up on everything she can to improve.]

Got something for me?

[virulentrouge]

[It had certainly been a while- to him, at least, since a person of borderline utility had made it's presence known in the Keep. Otherwise, Albel would refrain from scouting out assistance, as self-suffiency prevailed for him, but there were some things he simply could not tend to.]

A hole in my quarters that's needing restoration. It's of... moderate size.

[Nevermind the other flaws: naimly, sword and talon slashes, that tainted that particular wall. Albel contently decided to leave that bit out.]