Chapter 67: Chapter 67: Carpenter: [A crafting litRPG]! – Chapter 4: The End

“Damn snow,” sighs Hineni, closing the door to the house behind himself as he steps inside. “It's the middle of spring,” he mutters, shaking his head.

 

The guild is fairly empty today. Two figures sit in the back at a table. Shadowy types, they’re wearing hoods. In most cases, this would be suspicious. But adventurers regularly come inside wearing far more absurd and strange things than that.

 

A head pops out from behind the front-counter. The usual receptionist is sitting there with Nekyah next to herself. She beams, seeing him come inside and does her best to frog-hop over the counter to excitedly greet him.

 

However, her knees bump into the wooden edge and she less than gracefully flops over the thing.

 

Hineni blinks, staring for a second before walking over to help her up. “Are you okay?” he asks. “What was that?”

 

She frowns, doing her best to hide her face, marred with some dried mud from the floors that some adventurer had dragged inside. “I wanted to look impressive, so that you’d like me.” She sighs, lowering her head. Hineni bends down, adjusting the strands of her hair and wiping some of the dirt off of her face.

 

“I already d-”

 

*dhunk* dhunk* dhunk*

 

Hineni turns around, helping her up. “Why the hell are they knocking?” he asks. “Door's open!” calls the man.

 

Nobody comes inside.

 

Blinking, he lets go of her and heads to the front door, to pull it open.

 

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Hineni sits upright in bed.

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The man blinks, exhaustedly rubbing his forehead as he rouses from his midnight daze. It’s not like him to wake up in the middle of the night. He’s usually a sun-up to sundown type of person.

 

His eyes wander around the dark bedroom. It’s a little cramped. But it’s warm at least. His eyes wander over to a wooden leg, sitting in the corner. It's broken. He has to fix it. When she tried to jump over the counter this morning, it had gotten snagged on something and the joint for the knee got damaged. It’s not a terrible fix to have to do, really. Plus it’s about time anyways for him to make her a new one.

 

Hineni rubs his head, trying to remember why he woke up at all? Was it a bad dream? No. It wasn’t even a bad dream. Heck, he honestly doesn’t even remember what he dreamt about. It’s all just kind of a blur. Hell, the whole day feels like that.

 

He rubs his eyes, shaking his head. He supposes that there's no reason for him waking up at all. He probably just did because he did. Maybe he has too much energy? He should go for a longer walk tomorrow.

 

He sighs, laying back down and closing his eyes.

 

Soon, the next morning arrives and Hineni gets up to get dressed and then fixes his hair, before heading to the door to leave his room, in order to wash up and to get some breakfast.

 

*dhunk* dhunk* dhunk*

 

“The hell?” asks Hineni. He grabs the handle of the door. “I'm already awa-”

 

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The plane slides along the wooden board that Hineni is leveling out. Kids are rough creatures and the orphanage is a rough place. The least he can do is make sure that these beds are safe, solid constructions. So he’s making the wood perfectly smooth. First, he starts with a plane to slice off rougher inconsistencies.

 

And then, well -

 

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