"Well, now ain't that just peachy," Zavros grumbled at the guards. Glaring from Lorna to the other fellow whose name he hadn't quite caught, he commanded, "Stay here. I'll be right back." He kept his word too - a few minutes later, he came back, pulling the cart back with him with all of the tribute they'd collected for the no-good Suura. Reaching into the cart, he pulled out a pair of shovels, and placed them at the guards' feet. Another moment later, his larger hands broke the mud restraining the two of them, allowing them to stand, shake themselves off, and recover some blood circulation.<br/><br/>"Here's the deal. You two-" he then pointed towards the debris. "-are gonna help clear that up. Put all that in a pile." Something about his voice seemed to echo, in time with how the golden half circle began to glow.<br/><br/><em>'If you put your own passion and soul into your works, they will be miracles, eternal and enduring.'</em><br/><br/>And Zavros was inspired. The more he looked at it, the less this seemed like a complete catastrophe. They certainly had a lot of rebuilding to do, but this just meant they had the chance to do things<em>right.</em>A well dug over there, to not have to rely on walking so far for water again. A shelter - a new house even! - built against that hill over there. Freshly dug fields right there, just with a plow or two. Hells, he could even take what was left of that rock monster, maybe see if he could remake it to help with planting and harvests-<br/><br/>And before he realized it, his hands, seemingly out of nothing, were already developing tools for just the jobs he was thinking of. At least for the guards, a set of crafted together wheelbarrows were already in place. "That aughta help you some," he said, not realizing that what he did was very likely considered to be unusual at least. "Well!" Clapping his hands together, Zavros hefted his hammer. "Let's get to sorting this mess out! Don't you worry, you'll get fed, but you gotta work to eat!"<br/><br/>For all of his strange new power, Zavros was still a simple, humble young man of his environment. And he was nowhere closer to home than what he was doing at that moment. Diligently working to dig a well - hopefully to strike at a spring source to provide clean, persistent water for his folks - as well as rebuilding the home, digging new fields, hopefully even putting the rock golem back together again, this was nothing new to the man. Well, weird powers aside. He even spent some time trying to get to know the two guards - at least when they weren't cowering away from him...<br/><br/><em>OOC: Zavros is going to invoke Ten Thousand Tools to put everything back together again, bit by bit. I chose the part about the wheelbarrows out of almost nothing as an example of this - and also probably freaking out the guards more.<br/><br/>Not sure how much Influence this is going to require to remain invested, but I'd imagine one to two points? Aside from rebuilding the farm in a day, he's also trying to see if he can put together the rock golem again to serve as a harvest golem basically. He intrinsically knows that he's not going to be there for the farm forever - so he's going to put the golem together, or at least try. That way, it can help out with the tougher chores, and serve as a bodyguard.<br/><br/>Zavros probably has no idea what he's doing there, but he's putting his heart into it, dangit. :P</em>