The sun rose in the horizon and once it reached a certain height its rays came through the window. Its shutters were open for that very reason and the room started to warm up even more. Fiontann started turning in the bed and grunting every now and then, the temperature was going up and he didn’t want to get up just yet. He kicked the sheets from the bed and turned around burying his head in the pillow, but it got even warmer so he threw both pillows left and right of the bed. The sun rose even more and now its rays reached Fion’s body and slowly hit his eyes. The man grunted once more and made to turn in a very quick motion, moving his right arm towards the edge of the bed to get hold of it. His wound on the back of his shoulder was irritated with that and half his right side convulsed violently. Fion straightened his body and grunted, grimacing and cursed between his teeth. The pain was momentary but enough to wake him up. He walked to the small basin in the corner of the room that was filled the evening before to wash his face and put on his clothes. He walked in the main room where he saw a tray close to the fireplace and a note on the table.
There is warm pie near the fire. I’ll be working at the Boar. I have a big order.
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Fion read it and took the tray, it was warm, placed at the best distance from the fireplace to stay pleasantly warm. He put it on the table and poured some ale in a tankard. He ate and drank quietly and then went to his desk and went through his papers. In some hours many of the things that he ordered would arrive and he had to go and mark the spots that he wanted them to be, as well as tell the labourers how to put the things. He took the rough plan sketch that he made and went over it again, recalling things and adding this and that. He still wasn’t very happy about some parts of the yard, so he decided to walk there and once more see and visualise.
He covered the short distance between his house and the former Study and stood by the entrance to its yard facing Northeast and thought and visualised. Some trees would be transplanted and a square piece of land would be treated and fertilised appropriately for farming. He imagined a line of thick trees along the path and behind them some of the crafting stations. At once he marked two circles on the sketch with his quill, then noted the existing trees and how the transplanted ones would fit there. Next, he walked in the yard and imagined what it would look like with the trees and found suitable spots for the other things to be put. A big tent at the corner East of the path, to show the produce of the earth and next to it would be the small patch of land for farming. Further down and past the tree-line would be the forges and the well. This way the well would be easily accessed by everywhere and mostly by the forges.
On the other side of the path and in front of the house would be built an oven and nothing would be missing from it and close to it another tree would be transplanted. Between the oven and the existing tent with the mushrooms. It made sense in his imagination and Fion marked these things down and nodded to himself. Then looked at the other part of the sketch and recalled the layout of the inside. There was only one part that he didn’t yet think of what to do with. So he went in.
Everything was correct. The stage would remain as it was with the fire spits and the table always filled with food for the tired crafters and merchants. In the middle would be the woodworking station and left and right of it would be stalls. On the left, facing the the stage, would be farming produce and foods with their logbooks, on the right blacksmithing goods, horseshoes, farming tools, even some kind of armour and shields, or spears, with their logbooks. Across the stage the space was empty and Fion though hard what could be placed. He thought and thought and then suddenly he remembered! Barrels would be placed, making a makeshift square with a small counter. All of them containing all kinds of drinks produced in Bree-land and maybe the Shire. Ales, beers, wines, ciders. Something stronger for those that wanted to warm after a cold trip or just good strong Old Winyards from the Shire. That thought satisfied Fion. The corners left and right of that spot would be filled with the goods made or grown. From gathered ores waiting to be treated to seeds waiting to be planted, or sacks of flour waiting to be milled at The Thirsty Boar mill. Boxes of fresh vegetables or pies and cakes to be sold. Hoes, shovels, pans, pots. All with a place in the building.
The easy part and the one that he was primarily satisfied with was the small room across the ante-chamber. Fiontann had the walls and windows reinforced, as well as the great door, so no sounds reached the room once the door was closed. Bookshelves were to arrive there and a desk and a smaller desk. Both of reading and research reasons. All kinds of books and materials. This room was the place that one could use for more than trading and crafting. Upstairs would be the office. As with the rest of his offices it’d be filled with what is necessary to run that post. Fion went back to the yard and took some string and nails. He walked about the yard and started marking down the spots so that everything was prepared for the arrival. Someone from the Mayor's office was to arrive too, bearing the papers for the name of the post and all the appropriate paperwork.
Some days before he spoke to Barliman and told him that should anyone look for work he’d have it for two or three days, or even more. Depending on how things move during the building of the place.
OOC: If someone wants to RP building and carrying stuff contact me here or ingame!
