November 29, late morning
Glenn's barn
Glenn and the rest of Rena's workers had spent much of the morning working up a sweat. The exterior of the barn had mostly been repaired by this point, and the rest of the stables had been torn out, which left only a few things to do. Divide the space into rooms, primarily. They had been putting up joists and diagramming with Glenn how exactly he wanted the space broken up. Really, it was much more space than he needed to live in, so outside a small kitchen/dining room area, the workshop, and a little bedroom, most of the interior was going to be unfinished storage space for whatever he made. There wouldn't be much of a door between the workshop and the storage area; he'd need as big an opening as possible to get some of the things he was planning on making into storage. The storage section was close to the large stable door, leaving Glenn's living space closer to the back corner opposite that door. Which was fine, as it was much more likely to be warmer away from the door.
Even in this partially unfinished state, Glenn was already starting to make himself at home. He'd arranged with some of the local merchants to deliver foodstuffs to his house on a regular basis. Nothing too fancy or expensive, just stuff that would keep in the icebox or was well-preserved. Jerky, bread, fruits, sliced meats and vegetables, milk, and ice to make sure everything stayed fresh and cold. It was a little before noon, and Glenn and the workers had decided to stop a bit early and eat some lunch. Glenn made them simple roast beef, tomato, lettuce and onion sandwiches, with oranges and apples on the side. Sweating from their exertion, they sat just outside the barn, letting the chilly winter air cool them down a bit. It was there that they heard the rumbling of carriage wheels coming up the road, stopping near the barn. Glenn arched a brow at the men, before he strolled down the road. His confused look soon switched to a delighted smile, as he saw the refrigerated carriage and a tall, lanky man in a white uniform, carrying a metal container full of glass milk jugs in one hand, a piece of paper in the other. He read from the paper, then looked up at Glenn.
?You're...Glenn K. Woodwright??
?Yes.?
?Good, I have your milk and cream here. Wait a second.? He rushed back to the truck, grabbing a white plastic tub from the back. ?Almost forgot your butter. Sorry I'm late, things have been hectic in the marketplace, what with the explosion and all.? Glenn arched a eyebrow at that.
?Explosion??
?Yeah, somebody blew something up real good up there. There's a lot of people who got hurt, or worse.?
?Do you know where??
?Um...somewhere just east of the main marketplace area, I think?? The wheels started turning in Glenn's head, and he suddenly paled. Wasn't that around the area where the Stitch was?
?Say, you don't think you could give me a ride up there, could you??
?I could, but I'd have to complete my deliveries first.?
?That's alright. I'll be back in a moment.? Glenn rushed up to the barn, nearly dropping the milk, butter, and cream he had purchased. One of the workers looked at him funny, and Glenn shouted to him as he ran back out the door after refrigerating the goods. ?I gotta go into town and check on some friends. You guys got everything under control, right?? They nodded their heads affirmatively as Glenn sped past them. He hopped onto the carriage, seated next to the milkman, and silently wished that the milkman wasn't so friendly with his customers, that there weren't so many deliveries for him to make, and that he wasn't so far away from the city at that moment in time.
Glenn's barn
Glenn and the rest of Rena's workers had spent much of the morning working up a sweat. The exterior of the barn had mostly been repaired by this point, and the rest of the stables had been torn out, which left only a few things to do. Divide the space into rooms, primarily. They had been putting up joists and diagramming with Glenn how exactly he wanted the space broken up. Really, it was much more space than he needed to live in, so outside a small kitchen/dining room area, the workshop, and a little bedroom, most of the interior was going to be unfinished storage space for whatever he made. There wouldn't be much of a door between the workshop and the storage area; he'd need as big an opening as possible to get some of the things he was planning on making into storage. The storage section was close to the large stable door, leaving Glenn's living space closer to the back corner opposite that door. Which was fine, as it was much more likely to be warmer away from the door.
Even in this partially unfinished state, Glenn was already starting to make himself at home. He'd arranged with some of the local merchants to deliver foodstuffs to his house on a regular basis. Nothing too fancy or expensive, just stuff that would keep in the icebox or was well-preserved. Jerky, bread, fruits, sliced meats and vegetables, milk, and ice to make sure everything stayed fresh and cold. It was a little before noon, and Glenn and the workers had decided to stop a bit early and eat some lunch. Glenn made them simple roast beef, tomato, lettuce and onion sandwiches, with oranges and apples on the side. Sweating from their exertion, they sat just outside the barn, letting the chilly winter air cool them down a bit. It was there that they heard the rumbling of carriage wheels coming up the road, stopping near the barn. Glenn arched a brow at the men, before he strolled down the road. His confused look soon switched to a delighted smile, as he saw the refrigerated carriage and a tall, lanky man in a white uniform, carrying a metal container full of glass milk jugs in one hand, a piece of paper in the other. He read from the paper, then looked up at Glenn.
?You're...Glenn K. Woodwright??
?Yes.?
?Good, I have your milk and cream here. Wait a second.? He rushed back to the truck, grabbing a white plastic tub from the back. ?Almost forgot your butter. Sorry I'm late, things have been hectic in the marketplace, what with the explosion and all.? Glenn arched a eyebrow at that.
?Explosion??
?Yeah, somebody blew something up real good up there. There's a lot of people who got hurt, or worse.?
?Do you know where??
?Um...somewhere just east of the main marketplace area, I think?? The wheels started turning in Glenn's head, and he suddenly paled. Wasn't that around the area where the Stitch was?
?Say, you don't think you could give me a ride up there, could you??
?I could, but I'd have to complete my deliveries first.?
?That's alright. I'll be back in a moment.? Glenn rushed up to the barn, nearly dropping the milk, butter, and cream he had purchased. One of the workers looked at him funny, and Glenn shouted to him as he ran back out the door after refrigerating the goods. ?I gotta go into town and check on some friends. You guys got everything under control, right?? They nodded their heads affirmatively as Glenn sped past them. He hopped onto the carriage, seated next to the milkman, and silently wished that the milkman wasn't so friendly with his customers, that there weren't so many deliveries for him to make, and that he wasn't so far away from the city at that moment in time.