Taklinn walks out from the Healers den after a few days of recovering. He glances about town, enlisting others to aid him in building the wall. As he begins laying the first layer of stone with the others he nods appreciatively to all those who have chipped in to help. As the mortar begins to be shoveled and spread evenly he places more stones atop, building the wall with grim-faced determination. To those nearby they can hear him mumbling to himself "Spring's comin', runnin' outta time" over and over. His pace quickens as he starts working more and more feverishly, as a dwarf possessed. He works each day longer than the next, past his appointed shifts and with no apparent breaks, save for a few seconds to draw a pull from his flask before jumping back into his work at a faster and more determined pace, until he finally retires when his exhausted muscles will no longer answer his call. When he finally does rest, he lays atop the stones and takes a few hours respite before getting up and beginning the days work anew.
Alone as nightfall, Mort walks along the perimeter of the wall, tapping the stone as he goes. A push here, a prod there, checking for ptich, sway, heave, or any other signs of poor structural integrity in the wall. Satisfied in the work being done, he approaches the defenders of Jastrey, one by one and relieves them of their work.
"Ye be doing a fine job on the building. Those of you that don't be of the dwarven blood, you bring me great pride in your dedication. This may not be shaping up to be one of the finest walls that I've ever seen built, but a wall is a wall an' it be keepin' out what need be keepin' out. Lads, lasses, ye be doin' a good deed but a bit here and there need be fixin. Take a day or two, catch yer breath, and relax in the inn. The job be half done, but the upper half o' the wall need be done right. Mah boys be good enough to fix the heave and fill the cracks in no time, take to the tavern and celebrate a job ta be completed. Ye be mostly done, keep the fine spirits and worry ya none about the repairs."
Walking further down the wall, Mort kicks a small patch of dirt and watches as a few rocks tumble off the wall. Nodding to himself, he takes out a small hand shovel and digs at the ground a little bit. He pauses briefly, looking around for a flat topped rock and shoves it aggressively under the wall, covering the hole he just dug.
Thorne arrives for her nightly shift, for once free of her hood, protective eyewear, and cloak. She seems to have a bit of a flush (for her) but it fades quickly in a manner of minutes, surely just a sign of recent feeding. She catches the tail of the dwarf's words and sighs quietly, seeming genuinely disappointed to be denied her night's diversion. Turning away she pauses to stare at the forest as if something may be there, whispering in a barely audible voice.
"Somewhere...a lamb is lost in the dark cold wood."
As if failing to acknowledge that she'd just spoken, the fae turns back toward the group and motions toward the tavern.
"You heard the gent. Back to the tavern. If he's buying the first drinks I'll buy dinner."
The vampire waits, however, seeming intent to be the group's tail.
Stiers see's Taklinn sleeping on the stones,.Stiers slowly creeps up very quitely and picks up a long pice of grass. As the dwarf sleeps stiers takes the grass and tickles the dwarfs noise and upper lip makeing the dwarf slap him self in the face .. afther a few moments of fun stiers walks about 10 feet away and starts to work on the wall as he waits for talkinn to wake fom his slumber..