[Daniel Telcontar]

Talan was fast asleep when somebody entered his room rather loudly, waking him in the process. It was Taren. "Sorry to wake ye up, but we got a bit of disagreement with the stables. Since you are the one doing it, you are the one deciding it." Talan took a deep breath, trying to keep his eyes open. "Alright, I'll be with ye in a sec." he said, slowly rising from his bed and then went to wash the sleep of his face before exiting his room and the kitchen.

He entered the common room and saw a hooded person by the bar, and being suspicious he drew close until he got the chance to see the stranger's face. When he was able, he quickly realised it was an Elf though, even from what limited knowledge he had of them. And a female as well, if he was not being totally wrong. Muttering some apologies to the lady and Aylwen as well, he quickly walked outside where the workers were having their disagreement.

He sighed, and then measured the length using his long paces. "How many times do I have to tell yer, them stables are gonna be exactly this far away from the inn. Now get some holes dug for these here poles, so it won't come crashing down on us all of a sudden."

He found the person that for some reason ran around with the plan over the new stables. Although Talan could barely read, he understood numbers fairly well and could make out the word "steps". So, 10 steps in this direction. Walking around he marked the places where the poles would have to be put deep into the ground. "Now Faran, you'll mark the place on the lumber, how far down the pole is gonna go into the hole. Else we'll get ourselves a roof as shrewd as a Dwarf and Elf walking along each other." He said.

The last sentence reminded him of the visitor in the inn and he took a quick look inside. She was still there, though, with the assistant innkeeper. Talan could not help but smile a bit and then looked down in the ground, before turning around and focusing on the construction.