He shakes his head. "Oh, sorry, you haven't been around here, much. The Old Bridge was destroyed years ago... it's where the ferry is, now, to take people across. No, the bridge we destroyed, we've got a team of dwarven craftsmen coming, to rebuild it. They say the damage wasn't too immense, and it should be salvageable, with a spot of magic. But that's not my department, except, apparently, for paying for it, since it's on my land." He nearly chokes when Draiss starts talking about Cerul sexually, shaking his head. "I keep forgetting you've been banging my... well, sister-in-law, now, longer than I've been with my wife." He laughs again, then says, "Up for some good, back-breaking work? Or are you going to just wave your fingers and call it a day, and make the rest of us look like fools?" He picks up a hammer and a pair of leather gloves, offering them to Draiss if he wants to actually work, then shrugs if he doesn't.<br/><br/>About an hour later, he hears a female cry, not far away. "Draiss? Draiss, is that you?" Aelynn says, hurrying over in his direction, the young elven woman looking quite pleased to see him.