Alistair sat down on the roof slightly leaning on the angle of it as he counted the amount of nails and shingles he had left. The Innkeeper came by to check up on him. She expressed how she is overly anxious about having new workers around since her previous members, did not make her worry so much since they had been here for a while. Alistair tugged on the rope he tied down as hard as he could showing to her that it was secured as could be, which is no surprise given the young man's background.<br/><br/>" Yes Ma'am. If you are down there watch out for falling shingles you never know where the wind will take them!" he said tossing a broken shingle just as a wind blew by. The gust carried it until it dropped only a 5 feet away from the Innkeeper. As soon as he saw that he quickly crawled up the valley to avoid any backlash from the lady.<br/><br/>He heard his workmates familiar voice who also spoke his concerns over not falling off. That was his intention of course. As he was crawling down to get replace another broken piece the wind blew harshly in his direction forcing him to skip a little to grab some footing. With his body planted firmly on the steep angled side of the roof he made a thumbs up sign signaling he was okay.<br/><br/>" I think I've almost finished these repairs. I'll be sending some debris and tree remains down for you to pick up when you come back. Something tells me we'll need to clean that chimney too."