Uzbekistan Yurt, Sunday Morning

[dwarvenswagger]

It was safe to say that a dwarf that was presented with a building challenge was a motivated dwarf. That would be why Thorin was halfway through building the so called 'yurt' with only a few, ah, embellishments.

Look, he needed to make it more defensible, okay?

And maybe there were a few decorative touches added to the walls.

Just be glad he didnt feel the need to add a wall around it. Yet.

[totally open]

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[dwarvenswagger]

"No, that would be the primary defense." It would battle like a proper dwarf, axe in... gear.

[yogurtvore]

"We're not blowing up Obama," Blue said firmly as her player waved to the NSA. "It's too bad we can't bring him out here, though, he could be useful for chopping firewood." Adorably.

[dwarvenswagger]

Thorin sighed, having accepted the odd name she'd given the device long ago. "Or you might learn how. I promise it isn't that difficult."

Just don't cut off your own foot. Easy.

[yogurtvore]

"I'm sure it's not." Blue wouldn't be as adorable though, Thorin. "Aren't you ready for a break yet? I have more yogurt." She always had more yogurt.

[dwarvenswagger]

"If you are sharing," Thorin replied graciously.

[yogurtvore]

"Of course," Blue said, holding out a yogurt and a spoon. "It's the least I can do to not have to do this myself." That would not go well.

[dwarvenswagger]

"You would end up sleeping under the stars," Thorin agreed, taking the offered yogurt."