Sorry, I've Been Eating Dessert

There was always work to be done and now that the newest installment to the island had regained a good portion of his strength, Chimera thought that it was time for the man to pitch in even more. The King of Fenmyre had been systematically clearing out the various structures of old and rotten debris. Anything that couldn't be used was heaped high and burned. The proof of this was in the dark spots that littered the sand on the island. The safest place to burn. All that was useful was cataloged with marks on a thin leather sheet and would be tucked away in Chimera's office to sort out later. Shiny things, valuable things, these were tossed into a sack and taken along with them.

Today the pair worked on a corridor in a one level building with doors down either side of one long hall. It had previously been used as a cheap motel and the spaces weren't large, but he wanted them cleaned out anyway. Chimera worked silently, sifting through the spaces and adding things to this pile or that pile. He assumed that Erystotle would pick up by watching his master, but would answer any questions that the smaller wolf might have.

"Chimera Klein"