The things we can build

The wood they were to use still needed to be sized, but his father had a set up planned already. This came as no surprise to Charlie - his father had lived and led for so long now that such things surely came natural to him. The younger man followed after his father, gaze sweeping across the space set aside for the shelves. His father had a sample piece of wood that he had as well, stating that they would use that to make measurements for everything else. A nod was given. Good, that would ensure that everything fit perfectly.

“I’ll sand.” Between the two of them the process should go smoothly enough. As he moved to stand beside the hide meant to act as sandpaper, his blue gaze flicked back to the Warlord. “How has everyone been recovering from the flood? No one has gotten worse, have they?” He asked, knowing some injuries and sickness were sustained… among the loss of two of their own.

"Speech," 'Thought.'