*A rusty wagon filled with bricks is pulled behind Quiver?, one wheel loose and ready to fall off from the weight. About fifty bricks on top. After walking about two kilomeaters, Quiver? stops at an untouched area, near a large puddle and a mixture of spruce and popular trees. He drops on his knees, and starts to dig, with his bare hands in the dirt. Hours go by, three piles are orginised beside him. One pile of just dirt and worms, another pile of clay and the last of roots he has broken off and any sticks. Quiver?'s fingernails worn and black, mud and clay camoflaging his hands. Finely he fineshes; a pit four feet deep and wide, not circular, but cubed; not perfect, but well done. In the puddle, Quiver? washes his hands and face, and moves onto placing the bricks. Very carfuly measured, each is set, the entire bottom clothed, not alowing dirt to be seen. Each wall is also discised in bricks. Each placed so specificly, they hold eachother up, with no glue.*

"This is the most percist work I have ever done, I don't know why I am enjoying this."

*When the entire pit is finished, Quiver? begins to drop the stick and roots inside, along with any other meterial which can be used as fule. Today Quiver? where's shorts, and inside his pocket is a pack of maches and a lighter. Knowing Quiver? was never good at stricking, he takes three, and lights them with his lighter. Fire hises and rises, giving Quiver? the confedence that this fire will start. Quickly, but carfuly, he drops the burning matches in seporate areas of the pit, and slowly a flame starts to build. Befor anything big begins, Quiver? heads off, looking for a beavor stump, or somthing a dwarf may have coped down for somthing to sit on. A tree obviously struck by lightning was right in sight, as if placed there just for this pourpos. Most of the tree is two heavy, but the lower part of the tree was movable. Near by it was another stump. After placing the lightning struck trunck into the wagon, he moves on to the stump.*

"Awww, rotting. Not sitting on this I guess."

*He whipes his hands on to his shorts, and then when he looks up, noteces another broken tree, which was taken down by another tree, fallen from the wind. With cation, he pokes the trunck with a stick. Bingo, not rotting. This gets placed into the wagon as well. Worrying about the fire, Quiver? heads back, grabing any brush he finds on the ground.

No problems, but the flame is working hard. Not huge, dew to the lack of fuel. With the brush found in the forest, he feeds the fire. Legs getting tired, Quiver? is more then ready to set out the logs, just to find they fell out of the wagon. So, Quiver? sighs and walks backwards. Not far fome the fire pit was the wind broken log, but where, how far back was the 'good' trunk? To ensure he would not lose this one, he drages it back to the fire, not yet worining about placing. So Quiver? back tracks, to find the other log. In the tiredness, Quiver? starts to daydream, and forget why he was walking to the forest, but regardless walks there anyways. He reaches the enterence, and steps over a log, then continues to walk. About fifteen meators lator, he remembers that he went to get the trunk, which dumbly, he has just walked over. Feeling foolish, Quiver? walks back, and picks up the truck with two hands, carying it in his arms back to the fire pit.

With great joy, Quiver? drops the trunk onto the ground, which roles in the perfect area for relaxation. Half sitting, half laying on part of the trunk, he lays, warmed by the now sunset fire. About an hour goes by, the fire still burning proudly. He breakes branches of the trunck, and feeds the fire more.*

What am I going to do to put out the fire, when I want to leave? I can use the pile of clay to create a bole for water transtportation from the puddle!

*The clay is dry, but no wories. He mostens the clay, and begins to mold. This time, not so precist. When Quiver? is done, he dryes his hands on his shorts, and places the clay by the fire to dry. In half an hour, it is finished. Very cracked, and looks more like a dipper withought a handle, and very porely done. But now everything is set. There is a... Grip cup? For water. A pit for fire, and trunks for steating. Hopefuly this will catch on. But in the mean time, the fire is realy warm, and I can live here until I can aford to build a house.

As he leans back against the log, he hears armored footsteps behind him. Suddenly a lot of noice followed by silence.

May I ask what you are trying to do here? a harsh voice asked. As he looks around he notices a small group (6 guards) of city guards standing on the other side of the log. They are all dressed in a shiny metal armor and a halberd, at their side is a long sword on a shield is tied on their back.

This is a no fire zone, so please put out the fire as fast as possible.. one of the guards state.

Quiver? emedietly grabs the cracked clay mold, and runs to the puddle with it.

I had no idea there was any petrol here!

The fire almost dead anyways, quickly hissed as the water was poored onto it. Continuesly Quiver? repeted to run to the puddle and poor water into the pit, smoke clouding the area. A branch had yet to be burned, and Quiver? used it to stir the mushy coals.
To affraid to ask if there was a place where he may set up in another area, Quiver? removes the bricks, holding in the frustoration, and fills the hole, placing the bricks into the wagon. A cussion was made in the bricks for the logs to be able to stay supported without falling out. He rushes off about 2 km away, and lays in a unclamed feild. All this done in one and a half hours.

Seeung Quiver? laying in the feild dragn kicks him nicely in the side waking him quickly.

Bibibibibib....

Oh, how long was I out? Hay! what should I do with all of this? I guess I can start building a home for myself, but have no place to set it up. That area where we had the waterfight was nice, that is where I tried to set up a fireplace. I guess I should talk to the mayor about fining land to build on ah? Make my own desine for a home. Maby go mining for rock?

Wow, listen to me blaber. I must have had an inspiering dream...

Quiver? sits up, ajusts his shirt and hair then streches. Did you bring anything? I mean, do you even have a place to stay?

No not yet replies dragn i sleep under the stars covered with spruce branches (which actually makes a nice bed) intell i get a place in the academy, which i sure hope is soon. But a guess we could make some type of shelter out of this junk you have here. dragn walks around and looks at what Quiver? has in the wagon. so what do you all have here

Ok you ask permission from the land owner our what ever and i will go to town and find a prybar and something the hold the walls togeter.