Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-28358106-20160719214104

(so maybe she leapt off a nearby cart.  Dwarves are extremely strong!)

Praetor is given a shovel to help with the trenches. The smile is wiped off of Simrit's face as he shoves a pickaxe into her hands.

After a short while of digging, it's clear that the trenches will be ready very quickly. Nonetheless,  Simrit digs alongside Praetor, silently,  until a creeping grin covers her face.

"I think I got you figgered out," she says to Aabi, grinning. "When you're stuck to that man of yours you can't do jack shit without his say so.  Amirite?  I mean, I can't think of any other reason for your raging jealousy."