Sorry, I've Been Eating Dessert

As they fell into a rhythm, the pair made quick work of the long stretch of rooms. Dirt and dust clung to the kings normally pristine pelt, but he held no shame in it. Hard work should show, and so he paid it no mind. Later, he would desperately want a bath, but for now, he welcome the layer of grime and cobwebs that stuck to him.

Erystotle made little complaint, moving along beside his king and doing what needed to be done. The more time that Chimera spent with the man, the more he actually liked him. The pale brute was no stranger to work, nor did he balk when it came to getting dirty or moving the heavier items. They worked very well together and were moving more quickly than Chimera had anticipated. Before long, they were completely finished with the structure, only having a few of the larger, broken pieces of furniture to pull out the the beach to burn.

Chimera took the spindle of a bed leg between his jaws and shook his head, snapping the wood from the rest of the frame. It would be easier to transport that way. Once the bed was broken up, the hefty dire took the largest, heaviest pieces and used all of his thick, rippling muscles to manhandle them out the door and onto the beach. A few more trips and they could rest for a time.

"Chimera Klein"