[CRP]Silverdale Manor, Home to the Wanderers

[YongRui]

Yongrui sighed as he opens his eyes at the crack of dawn. It was going to be a long day for Rui, it always though. Zechin’s plans were merely a complication adding to the numerous of things he had to do. Attending to the fields, overseeing the mail delivery process, analyzing market stocks, reviewing their inventory, furnishing and honing their weaponry, helping out at the workshop, and to think he had to find time to eat or what not. It’s merely infuriating how incompetent some people were they cannot get things done without supervision. However that is merely an obstacle in life we all have to overcome. Although moping about in bed would not help solve anything, problems simply did not grow up and solve themselves, thus he rolled out of bed and got on his way to start the day off.
To begin with he stopped by the kitchen as per usual picking up a nice dosage of dried klah leaves enough to last him a day. Then grabbed a chicken leg to gnaw on as he made his way back to his office, scrawling out the few things Zechin asked of him.

	-Longbow -Packed Rations to Travel to Widu -Apply finishing touches on the Oak shield by sanding it down

Right, with that he quickly fed the pig judging that it should be ripe for harvest on the morrow, “There shall be pork belly for dinner soon, unless we make some bacon with it.” He said. Rui followed up by visiting the market purchasing all that was needed for Zechin’s travels.

Then stopped by the workshop it was too early for people to start swarming in, and that’s what Rui liked about early mornings the given tranquility. Letting a sigh of relief he muttered under his breathe, “Alrighty, almost done with the day that we are however not before I reward myself.” With that Rui lit himself a nice fat roll of Klah leaves and began working. Gathering the oak shield, and sanding it down layer by layer saw dust accumulated on the timber filled workshop. As he finished he threw down his klah roll, picking up the shield to inspect his handiwork smiling to himself he muttered underneath his breath, “This outta do it’d stop a war hammer if need be.” Rui then blinks several times, sniffing the air, and he knew something has gone wrong…terribly wrong.

[Zechin]

Zechin awoke to bells ringing and people screaming, “Fire, fire, fire!”

Groaning in compliant he rolls out of bed he took a sniff the air, “What in the world.” His senses heighted as he became aware of danger, flinging out of bed he pulled on his pants and ran outside to aid the process of fighting the fire.

On his way down the stairs passing the kitchen he hollered, “Someone watch the kid!”

The kitchen staff stared at one another in confusion and replied, “What kid?”

Rolling his eyes he paused and yelled, “Vali, the ice giant’s child, shifter will be a wolf if not in his baby form!” He continued to make his way downstairs seeing that the fire originated from the workshop he organized a fire battalion and began a line to pass buckets down in intervals from the well to put out the fire.

Zechin sighs and mutters under his breathe, “This defiantly is going to delay my hunting challenge against Grazi…wonder if this fire has harmed my bow…or the new oak shield I have in works?” Zechin shuddered at the very thoughts.
As the fire was put out Zechin was finally caught sight of Yongrui whom seemed in mental distraught, as the reports came by it would seem as if Rui’s klah roll fell to the sawdust and lit the building on fire, thankfully it was just burned at the paint level therefore no serious damage was done just a lot of scrubbing must be done. Due to the circumstance of the damage, it will frankly be assigned to Rui and any volunteers whom wished to help him.

“Knew this was going to happen someday” Zechin sighed. Not bothering to hear an explanation Zechin grabbed his bow and a collection of arrows he returned to his room to finish getting dressed than attended to get food from the kitchen. Requesting that the maids took cared of Vali for the day he then set off for Grazilda’s home with an proposition.