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WHO: Bracken, Reinhardt
WHAT: Furniture building
WHEN: The day after Reinhardt's arrival
WHERE: Fayren's forest, near Bracken's treehouse
WARNINGS: Reinhardt
Bracken stood in front of his house with little else but a box of nails. He hoped Reinhardt would be able to find his way there, but while he was waiting he nervously tried to figure out where to set down his box of nails. On the ground... but that was inconvenient. So he set it on the walkway up to his home, but that was kind of slanted and didn't seem right. Finally he put it down on a stump, continuously glancing at it to make sure it was still there.
He was a quiet presence in the forest, easily overlooked. Even his robes were a muted brown, and his staff was made of polished wood and matched many of the branches around him. His home, however, was dazzling as soon as anyone noticed the unusual path leading up the tree in a spiral. High above there were bridges connecting trees together, leading from room to room, in some sort of fancy tree mini-city.
It was a cold day outside, but he kept a ball of fire magic lit in the air to keep warm.
WHAT: Furniture building
WHEN: The day after Reinhardt's arrival
WHERE: Fayren's forest, near Bracken's treehouse
WARNINGS: Reinhardt
Bracken stood in front of his house with little else but a box of nails. He hoped Reinhardt would be able to find his way there, but while he was waiting he nervously tried to figure out where to set down his box of nails. On the ground... but that was inconvenient. So he set it on the walkway up to his home, but that was kind of slanted and didn't seem right. Finally he put it down on a stump, continuously glancing at it to make sure it was still there.
He was a quiet presence in the forest, easily overlooked. Even his robes were a muted brown, and his staff was made of polished wood and matched many of the branches around him. His home, however, was dazzling as soon as anyone noticed the unusual path leading up the tree in a spiral. High above there were bridges connecting trees together, leading from room to room, in some sort of fancy tree mini-city.
It was a cold day outside, but he kept a ball of fire magic lit in the air to keep warm.