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Talan turned around in his bed. A question kept pounding in him: had the last pole been nailed together with the horisontal beam? He could not remember if he had told any of the carpenters to do that, and he had not done it himself. He tried to push the matter out of his mind, but he knew that the pole was so tall that a powerful wind might make it bend and fall to the ground again, if it was not supported by the horisontal beam.
He had no wish to leave his warm bed but he knew that his sleep would be uneasy with this doubt. So in the end he stood up, wrapped a blanket around him and put on his wooden shoes. He walked through the silent inn, avoiding the tables and chairs whose position he knew well from walking there so many times. He yawned when he got outside, though his sleepiness was quickly gone, being chased away by the cold. He walked to the construction site and found the pole in question.
True enough, none had nailed it together with the rest of the wooden skeleton. With a sigh he walked to the shed where the workers stored their tools and opened, noticing that perhaps it should be locked during the night. Not that he believed any thieves roamed the streets near the inn, nor that any would be interested in stealing these items, but you never knew. He drew forth a hammer and some nails, and then walked back to the pole that needed a last hand.
He had not begun nailing the beams together though when a figure caught his sight. He could not recognise it though it came from the inn. He wondered if he should approach the person since he could not think of any reason why anybody would be awake at this hour. He then realised he was himself and before he could make up his mind, the person was gone. With a shrug Talan put in the last nail, placed the hammer in its place and went inside. Soon he was fast asleep with little memory of the night's events.
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