"I wish I had a shovel anywhere," I call up as I begin hefting logs into my arms from the stockpile we've been dutifully building in the basement. "The only thing close we have is a really short one, but it's probably at the inn. Sometimes I use it in the fields as a spade."

Stopping just under the doorway, I hold up the first log for Kira to grab. "There are some makeshift tools in the town hall that might do alright to move snow." I tip my head into the light and squint up at him. "I presume that's what you're talking about."