RP:Sophie Hume and Richard the snake begin to help Tenbrae rebuild the Corspe

Setting

The ruins of the Hanging Corpse Tavern 2008

A elf a dragon and a snake walk into the ruins of a bar

Tenebrae sighed softly. "Most of the rock is just next door, stacked behind the Town Hall. But if you would... I'd be very grateful." Tene kicked a pebble, which skittered across the blackstone road. "I really need a proper builder."

You regards the ruins of the tavern. 'Do you need any help here?'

Tenebrae turned toward the elf, waving her another greeting. "Know anything about building, Sophie?"

Tenebrae coughed softly as dust flew up her already traumatised nose. "Hello, Hume."

You said, "Not much I'm afraid, but I'm generally a quick learner."

You said to Hume, "It is good to see you and Richard again sir."

Sanmichel tilts his head back, scratching a long expanse of his neck. "Right..well, again...happy to lend my more than adequate back teh the project...yeh like those pieces o' rock moved around, arranged in any way you see fit..I'm yer guy." He looks to the newly assembled cast. "As far as ideas go...I submit to the braintrust, here." He bows low with a flourish.

Hume picks up a piece of the shattered rubble of the nearby tavern and nods to the proprietor of the wreckage, he rumbles, "Good day, Tenebrae."

Tenebrae waved to Eilyo, and looked a bit glumly at the giant and Sophie. "I really need a builder..." Hume turns his smile on Sophie, and chuckles, "I'm glad you recall my pet so fondly, Sophie, and how are you?" Tenebrae said to Hume, "I don't suppose you....?"

Tenebrae slid off her crate and stepped toward the big, square hole that'd once been the tavern's cellar, peering down into it.

You said to Hume, "I am very well Thank you. I was recently admitted to the healers guild' Sophie proudly shows Hume her phoenix insignia, the mark of her guild."

Hume cants his head to the side as Tenebrae speaks to him, then regards the piece of stone in his claws, turning it over and again, examining its seemingly unremarkable surface of rough crags and pits, he says in a quiet voice, "I'm certain I can rise to the occasion if it is demanded of me, though perhaps one who makes the task of stacking stones his forte would be better to serve you here."

Sanmichel nods and looks up and to the right (his thinking place); "Course, I s'ppose we could at least get started...a foundation'd be easy enough, I guess...jest yer bigger, longer, slabs...placed next to each other..."

Hume reaches out a hooked and pointed talon to trace the proud insignia Sophie wears, he muses, as if to himself, "The healers. Such a noble society. There must be fine company in their ranks." He looks haunted by memories for a moment, but recovers with a warm, if toothy, smile.