[Will Witfoot]

Fungrim surveyed the almost finnished fireplace with pride. It had been a long time indeed since he had last been called up to do any building, but he thought it had come together rather nicelly. The only thing that needed work now was the chimney, and perhaps he might add a few finnishing touches to the hearth itself.

He turned to Indy who stood beside him, looking at the stonework with the same air of satisfaction as himself. Aswell she might, for she had more than done her share of work, if you took into notice her age. She had been an eager student, too, taking in what little he had to teach her about massonry. More than that, she had provided him with the much needed company. It was funny, really, how much easier it was to be around a child than even his own kin.

And, he admitted, she had been good company. Usually she chattered endlessly about almost anything, from the immediate subject of the work they were doing to the things she liked to do, her hopes and fears. Sometimes they would both simply work in a complete, tranquil silence.

"Well, Indy my lass, we've done a good job. Now lets try to get the chimney finnished today, shall we?".