#and Shien's just: Yeah I had worse to deal with before

[a-sanguine]

@fire-spitting-demon-bastard "I invited you to stay with me in an abandoned crumbling 2000+ year old castle ruin which had rubble in every god damn hallway and termite food for doors! HOW the ever loving fuck is it now so god damn spotless?!"

@fire-spitting-demon-bastard

Shien watched Carlos with a confused tilt of his head, as the big guy stared at basically everything in this castle of his, as if it was an all new world and not literally the same castle, but with cleaner floors.

"It was in a bit of a mess, yeah. But 'twas nothing a sturdy broom and a bit of determination couldn't deal with. I mean, at least none of it was covered in oozing fungi or monster-hornet wax-saliva...."

The little hampire shuddered, suddenly overcome with a rather vivid insectoid-related memory. Shaking himself to get rid of the image, he hurried to catch up with Carlos' longer steps.

"The doors weren't too hard to replace. There's plenty of lumber growing outside, and I found a battle-axe stuck in some dusty dude's head with a decent enough blade to double as a lumbering axe and a wood planer. The windows were much more of a trouble. Like, I could get the hearth, after cleaning out the chimney shaft, hot enough for glass melting, but there's only so much window-panes one can make of left over window shards and a pile of broken bottles. The south-facing windows have to remain barred for the time being, I'm afraid."