Navoc blinked for a moment and shrugged, enjoying his light snack before standing and getting back to work. Taking hammer and nail in hand he went to work on the furniture, creating everything from couch,bed, and bookcase. Which was really easy since everything he need to craft such items were given by the forest and it's creatures...in a sense. Navoc next with forge and hammer went to work creating metal plates using them to reinforce the inside and outside of the house, taking what leftovers he had to create lanterns. Hanging one on each side of the door as he looked up and saw that soon the sun would set. Taking a match he lit the inside of the lanterns and lit the candles within the house, "What to do now?" he said to himself. Getting a stool he sat down and stretched out some leather, cleaning it and making it into a canvas. Using berries and herbs he had found out in the forest they would act as his paint.<br/><br/>Navoc stared at the window next to him, rubbing his chin he set work to his art. Not quite sure what he was making, course he just let his hand do all the work. What art that lies within the mind, only the unguided hand can bring forth into existence. Navoc took a break, going to what would seem like something of a sink. Washing his face as minutes seemed like hours, hours that would seem like days. He shrugged, pleased with his home which had become his silent retreat from the world outside.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>