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[emet_sulk]

Your call is answered by a deep, put-upon sigh.

"Yes? What is it?

Comments

[beshackled]

Ah... are you also without a room at the inn? There have been some unfortunate squabbles over the lack of space...

[Locks broken. Doors kicked in. That sort of thing. The people here are... uncannily territorial.]

I thought I'd answered this orz

[emet_sulk]

Aye, well... A woman did barge in and make herself at home briefly in my room. I almost wonder if I shouldn't make a home in the forest.

It's okay I have been FFXVI-bound most of the time

[beshackled]

'Tis a sound idea. I've quite taken to spending time out there. The aether may not be as plentiful, but there are fish enough in the river, and the forest can be made diverse with vegetation on which we might rely for sustenance.

[emet_sulk]

Hm. I imagine you have realised by now, but know that creation magicks will not last. You will have to build your own shelter. Tools, at least, will last long enough to serve their purpose.

[beshackled]

Truthfully, I have been keeping so busy that I've hardly thought of shelter for myself. But I shall keep your warning in mind.