Darion and Garren arrived at the farmlands to the sight of the wagons already there. Lots of timber. Piles of it stacked along the edge of the field, the raw wood still pale and fresh, smelling of sap and forest. The wagons were large, heavy things, their wheels sunk slightly into the soft earth from the weight of their loads.
The people were just offloading the lasts of the woods and timbers from the wagons and whatever they had brought with them. Men in rough clothes carried planks and beams from the wagons to the designated storage area.
Some worked in pairs, others hauled smaller pieces alone. The carpenters directed the flow, pointing here, gesturing there, making sure the materials were organized in a way that made sense for the upcoming construction.
