Janus stood in front of the inn, hatchet in hand. The thing couldn't have been used much, as there weren't many trees throughout the desert world. There was a huge pile of tree logs behind the tool shed, though most of the wood looked dry and unhealthy. He'd need to split the logs first, as they were much to big to be used in a fire.  He flipped the tool through the air and caught it again, getting a feel for the tool. Alistair had finished scaling the house.<br/><br/>"Hey, be careful up there, you hear? Don't want you falling, now!" he called skyward.<br/><br/>Janus made his why back to the shed after he had confirmed his workmate had reached the roof safely. He took a log out of the pile and swung the blade down upon it, and the log split in two. He put the pieces into a thick translucent net he had also procured from the tool shed. The looked back at the wood pile. It was nearly as tall as him, and many times wider. Where could one find so much wood in the bleak desert? Maybe it was imported? Roweena was now standing towards the front of the building.<br/><br/>"These logs look like they've seen better days...how much do you think we'll need, Innkeeper?" he inquired.