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[son_of_durotan]

[Thrall is sitting in his room, a large chunk of wood before him, a large dagger in his hand as well. He's in the process of carving the third in a series of four small items that some would consider idols at first glance. Howevr, Thrall is too busy to care what people think of his totems. Oh, and the door has yet to be repaired, and Thrall is

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[cetraflowergirl]

[Aerith leaned in the doorway, alternately inspecting the damage to the door frame as well as his progress on the totems.]

You know...we're going to have to get this fixed at some point. [She thumped a loose fist against the remains of the door jamb, then stepped inside, moving to crouch closer to where he was working so she could get a better look.]

What are they? [She looked from each of the totems to Thrall, her hands clasped around her knees.]

[son_of_durotan]

[Thrall glanced up slightly as Aerith leans in.]

Actually... I prefer to not have a door... the wind passes more freely this way...

[Thrall inspects one of the intricate patterns engraved into the wood, not seeming to mind or notice Aerith's approach.]

They are what will become totems, which allow shamen to communicate with the very elements themselves... hopefully I can glean some information about this place from communing with the elements of this place.

[cetraflowergirl]

[She smiles, shaking her head.] Alright, but let's at least fix the frame.

[She listens intently, her smile never fading.] I can't wait to see what they'll look like when they're finished.

[son_of_durotan]

Hm? Oh... I'll get to that later...

If you'd like, I will let you know when I'm ready to attune them. It's a very interesting ceremony, and different for each world... as to what they will look like, my real work ends once they're carved. The color and designs are bestowed by the elements themselves, making each unique.

[tickingshadows]

[Now what's this noise? There's a Haseo in the hall, with a curious/confused look at...the artistry?]

You're an artist?