Four | The Chance to Travel

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WHO: Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad
WHERE: Within the South Village
WHEN: Roughly Dec. 10
OPEN TO: Nida Nomura, Kate Kelly, and Jacob Frye
WARNINGS: None as yet, will edit if any come up

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Moving Day:

He hadn't gathered much in the way of belongings here. His clothing, a notebook, his firewood, and some food stores. And, looking around, he realised there wasn't much he'd miss. He'd spent the last day copying down all that he'd written on the walls of his root cellar and then scraping it away so the next inhabitant wouldn't see it. Then, he had begun removing his vegetables. Some of his potatoes had taken a liking to the cellar here and he hoped they'd do so in the new house he'd chosen as well.

When he'd first arrived, he'd been unsure as to what he'd come to find. He'd prepared for many things, but family was not among them. At the time, choosing to live on the outskirts of the village had made sense. He'd seen himself as a line of defense. Now, he knew he wasn't alone in that sort of endeavor. There were people he wanted to watch after, an organisation he needed to keep up - and all of that meant that he needed to be nearer to the center of town, so all of it was closer at hand. And thus, there were a few borrowed containers sitting out on his porch, waiting for him to pick them up and take them to his new home while he went through the house, making certain he'd forgotten nothing.

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For the Sake of Food:

Most of what he'd needed to carry back and forth to his new house had been food. A root cellar's worth that he'd carefully attended to, to the point where his potatoes had sprouts and there was a chance he'd be able to propagate a few others if they took to this new cellar well enough. He'd let Nida go after enough trips and now had the last container in his arms, already planning how it would all be laid out in the cellar once he settled in. It had been a surprisingly good day. He'd not really gotten attached to the house past the river, but there was still a little fondness in his heart for it. After all, a roof over one's head was still valuable. He was thinking about what he'd miss on this last trip and was nigh deciding that the river was what he'd miss most as he passed the Inn.

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Home Inspection:

Now that his things were in the house, he was working at making the place livable. There was a decent amount of work to do: linens brought out onto the porch to be beaten free of dust, surfaces to be wiped and swept, a fire to be built. Everything else was delayed until he could finish the basic parts of making a house a home. But one thing did occur to him as the sheets were rippling in the breeze that came through: he wanted to be sure his roof was worthwhile. And that was why he stood at the center of it, testing how it felt under his feet, checking to see if it held or swayed, or if there were any shingles that needed to be replaced. He knew little about such things, but he could surely manage something if it fell short.