Navoc stretched as he carried firewood and threw it into the pile that was neatly placed on the side of the house. Going to the furnace that sat in the back of the house, he fed the flames and began to long process of making glass to fit into the window frames. Making a house was a art, and he was quite pleased with himself. The house was complete though need to work on the interior, he had perfected the art of mixing elven and human architecture into a snug little home of his own. Using a fan to keep the flame going as he used a metal rod to flatten out the sand that slowly turned to glass.<br/><br/>Navoc used water to put out the fire as he let the glass cool before he used it, taking hammer and nail he went inside to ensure everything was secure."Guess I am good at something" he chuckled, never before had he been good at anything usually very much clumsy rogue he was."Maybe I found my calling?" shrugging to himself as he sat down with a jug of water and bread. Snacking as he stared at the wood,wool,and other materials he had planned to use to create furniture. He was indeed on his way but would take just abit longer till his cozy home hidden from the world was complete. As he was biting into a piece of bread his sixth sense went off and his face turned grim..."Something just arrived..." he said with a groan as he saw something bright crash into the nearby forest.."Eh...gryphons are taking glowing shits now?" he said in awe..<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>