Kaben had been getting a lot of scattered information through his shop. He knew he didn't know the whole story, yet he was still a little worried. Not too much though, everything aroung him kept bustling around from one spot to another and he didn't really have to time to truly think about what might happen. Even if he did the tradesman was fully confident in the current militia made up of the soldiers and Rangers. The thought of an attack on the settlement seemed a bit laughable.
"Hello Kaben," a kindly voice rang from the tent flap.
"Oh, welcome Terari," he went and hugged his once travelling partner. "Need any help finding something?"
"Just in for a little salt. Apthan spilled the rest of ours," she rolled her eyes and laughed jovially.
As he led her to where the food stores were kept he asked her about how the building was going.
"Well, the Dwarves have not yet returned with stone so they're still using what wood they've been gleaning. Father tells us every night how hard the work is trying to build things with so little material."
"A town can't be built over night," Kaben smiled and handed her the salt.
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