Alistair grins. "If you're offering," he says, and takes the hammer from Cullen.
Juggling everything up the ladder takes a couple of trips -- maybe they really should rig up a pulley as their next project -- but eventually, Alistair's settled on the floor of Cullen's room, both braziers in easy reach. (The working one could use a few good hits once he's done straightening out the bad one.) He drags one of the furs off the bed to make himself even more comfortable, then picks up the hammer and gets to work.
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Juggling everything up the ladder takes a couple of trips -- maybe they really should rig up a pulley as their next project -- but eventually, Alistair's settled on the floor of Cullen's room, both braziers in easy reach. (The working one could use a few good hits once he's done straightening out the bad one.) He drags one of the furs off the bed to make himself even more comfortable, then picks up the hammer and gets to work.
Whack. Whack.