Godly powers or not, Zavros couldn't help it. He sat down, his hammer resting at his side, against a newly mortared and reinforced stone wall. His arm moved to wipe sweat off his brow, sweat that no longer seemed to appear. But that didn't matter - everything he'd done today felt like the gesture was justified anyhow. A peaceful smile was on his lips as he saw the fruits of his labors that day.<br/><br/>The farm was back. It was never going to be the same farm that his ancestors had built, but...that was okay. The farm that existed before was built with passion and heart, with the tools, labor and sweat they had at their disposal. What he'd done today was no different - he just had better tools and labor, that was all. Hell, he even figured out how the golem worked! It did feel a little weird - it was like he had to keep a fist clenched to keep the darned thing going - but he could figure that funny business out later.<br/><br/>For a few, uninterrupted moments, life was good.<br/><br/>"Pa..." He glanced at his father before slowly getting to his feet. "I...I don't think I can stay. Not like...this." Rubbing at the faintly glowing half circle on his forehead, he resolved to find some sort of bandanna or something to wrap around his head. "If I stay, I'm gonna draw more of them soldiers and...whoever else she's got with her. I don't want you involved in it none. I...I'd better beat feet, before they come back."<br/><br/>Sighing, he glanced at the farm, then at the golem. "I...made that golem better, I think. It'll help you out if bandits or whatnot come by looking for trouble. But in the morning, I'd better get going. Maybe get to town...figure somethin' out." He still felt at a loss. "...what do you reckon I<em>should</em>do? You think this looks funny, this feels funnier to me."