Another order had come in, well, it would be more accurate to say a few had come in. It seemed that what furniture had been bought long ago was finally on its last leg, and was being either sent in for repairs, or brought to kindle the fire. The air was crisp today, much like how it would be biting into a chilled apple, pulled down from the tree, and thus, the carpenter wasn't completely bundled up. He rested upon the tree he had just toppled, beginning to replenish his dwindling stock. However, today he wasn't alone.

Young Riven, still young, not fully grown, was accompanying her chosen this day, or just tagging along rather. She didn't enjoy hanging around, far too drawn to the deeper woods, perhaps closer to where her totem had come from. Nicholas didn't mind, the girl didn't seem to be too fond of being around many people, and though the woods was certainly most desolate of human life, she still preferred the company of the tall trees and grasses. She had wandered, yes, perhaps too far, closer to where the Ward Tree would be, curious of if there would be others. Who knew, perhaps the young doe would find someone.

Of The Epidemic
(Should be fixed.)