Varric was, despite his general grousing about the outdoors, pretty well suited to construction work. He was deft with tools, could understand and explain blueprints easily, and had the upper-body strength and general coordination to both lift and carry heavy things in precarious places.
When he'd started helping in the morning, while the mages were leveling the ground and clearing the landscape, he'd figured a linen shirt and heavy gloves would be enough to hold off the cold. After a couple hours of helping saw the felled trees into usable timber, however, he was almost wishing it was colder out.
"Give me a second," Varric said as he let go of his end of the crosscut saw. He motioned idly at his partner at the other end of the tree, swiped a hand over his forehead, and then began literally rolling up his sleeves.
"This would be infinitely easier with a mill," he said, mostly to himself, as he stared at the magically stacked pile of trees that had yet to be cut apart. He only had a few more hours left in him, but it wasn't like he was doing much of value back in Skyhold.
"Alright, only half the forest left to go," Varric said as he gripped the saw blade again--his partner groaned and, with that, they started shaping timber again.
Building
"Alright, send it up," Varric called down to the person holding the other end of the rope. The pulley creaked as they hoisted and, gradually, a stack of boards and a bucket full of nails came up alongside him.
It was his own fault, really. People who could walk on bare-bones beams high up in the air were, naturally, in short supply. The moment he'd made a comment about scaffolding being largely optional, well, he'd basically volunteered to do all the roof-work on the bigger buildings. So, here he was, standing on a narrow wooden beam, lifting boards over one shoulder and hefting a bucket and hammer in the other.
It was lucky that he was used to dealing with Bianca, carrying around a portable siege weapon was an equivalent workout when it came down to it.
The person holding the rope below him, wincing the pallet of materials up to where he could get them, was good at their work but accidents happen. The rope slipped as he was picking up the bucket and, all of a sudden, the full weight of it was on him. He shifted quickly, caught himself before he fell, but his hammer tumbled out of his grip and dropped to the ground.
"Well, shit." Varric swore as he pulled himself upright. He didn't hear that hit anybody, but he still tried to gingerly lean over the side and check. This was a challenge given how much timber he had balanced on his shoulder. "Everybody okay down there? Anybody want to climb up and give that back?"
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Varric was, despite his general grousing about the outdoors, pretty well suited to construction work. He was deft with tools, could understand and explain blueprints easily, and had the upper-body strength and general coordination to both lift and carry heavy things in precarious places.
When he'd started helping in the morning, while the mages were leveling the ground and clearing the landscape, he'd figured a linen shirt and heavy gloves would be enough to hold off the cold. After a couple hours of helping saw the felled trees into usable timber, however, he was almost wishing it was colder out.
"Give me a second," Varric said as he let go of his end of the crosscut saw. He motioned idly at his partner at the other end of the tree, swiped a hand over his forehead, and then began literally rolling up his sleeves.
"This would be infinitely easier with a mill," he said, mostly to himself, as he stared at the magically stacked pile of trees that had yet to be cut apart. He only had a few more hours left in him, but it wasn't like he was doing much of value back in Skyhold.
"Alright, only half the forest left to go," Varric said as he gripped the saw blade again--his partner groaned and, with that, they started shaping timber again.
Building
"Alright, send it up," Varric called down to the person holding the other end of the rope. The pulley creaked as they hoisted and, gradually, a stack of boards and a bucket full of nails came up alongside him.
It was his own fault, really. People who could walk on bare-bones beams high up in the air were, naturally, in short supply. The moment he'd made a comment about scaffolding being largely optional, well, he'd basically volunteered to do all the roof-work on the bigger buildings. So, here he was, standing on a narrow wooden beam, lifting boards over one shoulder and hefting a bucket and hammer in the other.
It was lucky that he was used to dealing with Bianca, carrying around a portable siege weapon was an equivalent workout when it came down to it.
The person holding the rope below him, wincing the pallet of materials up to where he could get them, was good at their work but accidents happen. The rope slipped as he was picking up the bucket and, all of a sudden, the full weight of it was on him. He shifted quickly, caught himself before he fell, but his hammer tumbled out of his grip and dropped to the ground.
"Well, shit." Varric swore as he pulled himself upright. He didn't hear that hit anybody, but he still tried to gingerly lean over the side and check. This was a challenge given how much timber he had balanced on his shoulder. "Everybody okay down there? Anybody want to climb up and give that back?"