Rebuilding a Home.

Mission Detail:

Good, old fashioned, hard work. Most people do not understand how it is like to get down and dirty with their bare hands. For most people, putting in a hard day's work could be just selling objects in front of a register all day long. Others think that by going out and fighting beasts with their magic is hard work. But this is not talking about how difficult a task is: its about what puts sweat on the brow and satisfaction in a job well completed by man power alone. Like building a barn, tilling-sowing-and harvesting a field. Getting down and dirty no matter how hard the task is to be. This is the kind of work that would help inspire Zaltac to remember his values. And what could be better than re-building a nearly destroyed house? Outside of building a completely brand new one that is. But time was of the essence, a storm was swiftly approaching. Either the mission would be completed, or end in a disaster. All that Zaltac knew, was that magic was not going to be involved within the reconstruction. And that brought a smile to his face.

Zaltac took a train to Magnolia Town, having purchased a ticket and brought his passport along, and began wondering how things will go on for the project. Zaltac had gotten himself a braille form of the mission flier and was reading it over and over again to get ideas on what the damages were. They did not state many damages, but it was clear that it would still take a whole carpentry team a load of work to get it down. And with an on coming storm that day; it was going to be a tight shift. Still, Zaltac was not too worried. With his strength and skill; he was sure to be able to fix the house in time for the storm. Though so long as everything got there in time. Wood would have to be purchased, and then it would have to be treated; if not treated before they even got it. So many things could go wrong, but Zaltac was up to the task to tackle and challenge them all head on. So, he waited patiently in the train.

When Zaltac would finally arrive at Magnolia's station, he would depart quietly. The blind warrior walked down the streets calmly, looking for the house he was to be working on. Because he was lacking in vision; it would not be notable to him for just glancing at his surroundings. Nay, he had to get directions from others to find the particular house. Which was not complicated or too long of a walk, as it would take a short fifteen minutes after departure. The house was not a complete disaster. Falling apart gutters, blown off shingles, and a broken front deck. It should not be too hard once the wood and other materials arrived. Zaltac walked up to the broken house, and knocked on the door - having to step over broken boards and a tree branch- in order to meet his clients, the Weathersteins. Though it is clear on why they needed these repairs in the flier, what would cause them to need so many repairs in succession? A good question to ask, or find out once the job started.

The Weathersteins were not what Zaltac was expecting at all. Though slightly elderly, they appeared to still be able to do some work for themselves, especially inside where Zaltac could see the load of weather-veins and the like sitting in baskets and boxes. Sock-tubes, pinwheels, and etc. Everything under the sun that would go on top of a house or building to determine the wind's direction. There were also some that appeared to change with the weather itself, showing if it was sunny, or if rain or snow was coming in. Just many little pieces to tinker and tanker with, showing that the couple still had some kick left in them for work. They were just too old to do a lot of heavy manual labor. Which Zaltac could not blame them for, though he still had those questions to ask.
"I noticed you were requesting for help for your house, I am a mage willing to put in the effort to do what I can before the next storm." Zaltac stated, his voice cold and uncaring, though his words trying to sound respectful as possible. He just could not help it.
"Oh, thank you. We were getting worried that no one would show up, the next storm is any day now." Mrs. Weatherstein stated, as her husband got up from a desk to greet their hired worker.
"With the town in a dizzy over this next storm, it is imperative that we fix it as soon as possible. There is a lot of work to be done, but I am sure you will do great. And, hopefully, you get some help from the local workers. Right now, we just need a few things touched up so that our whole house doesn't collapse in this storm: Fix the gutters, the shingles on the roof could use a fixin, and then there is the front end here, that I am sure you can see needs fixing. Think you are up to it?" Mr. Weatherstein questioned, where Zaltac would simply nod.
"There is nothing that I cannot handle. I will get your home fixed as soon as I can, though materials are going to be needed."
"Not a problem, I already ordered the shingles and parts you will need for the gutter, the wood won't arrive till tomorrow however. It will be tight getting the front deck straightened out."
"Very well, we will do all that we can." Zaltac stated, shaking his hand with the elderly man's before leaning against the wall on the deck for the shingles and gutters to arrive.