Timestamp: Spring 11 511 AV
Danyella woke up surprisingly refreshed considering she was up most of the night shining an armor order for the Icewatch. She walked downstairs to see a couple Icewatch members leaving, hauling the armor. Her father beamed "Another job well done snowflake." She laughed, grabbed a loaf of bread, and tore into it like a polar bear into a seal carcass. Spraying crumbs everywhere, "Oh wah obs oo ee ave oday?" Her dad glared at her, though mildly amused. She swallowed the food, then repeated, "So what jobs do we have today?"
"I have to make shoehorses for a caravan passing through, and you have an optional job. Apparantly an inexperienced miner mined into and through a few blocks of the hold's foundation, and it needs repaired. Basic stuff, repair three grade 1 blocks, reseal it, and mark it off to keep from happening again. Materials will be provided by the hold, you need to go an pick them up, fix it, and report back to the hold. Do you want it?"
Her eyes turned a determined and excited emerald, "Of course Dah, I'll be back when I'm done. Have fun making the horseshoes," she added the last part as a jibe, knowing he hated making horseshoes. She put on her tight leather breeches and her toolbelt, put on her coat, gloves, boots, and grabbed her pickaxe and hammer. She started out after hugging her dad, her arms unable to get around his massive, pure muscle torso.
She made her way into her hold and found the supplies room. She started to load a single person wooden minecart, when she saw the extremely high stacked stone blocks against the wall, and above her head.
"Well what am I supposed to do now? No one is around to help lift that."