Felonius: As the sun sets below the plane of Broken Edge, the smith calls a halt to the work. Diggin in a small leather pouch tied to her waist, she pulls out a few coins (1 gp and 2 sp) and hands them to you. "Thanks for the help today."

Everyone: You all settle in for the night. The rooms are nothing special, with just a bed with a straw matress, but at least they are better than accomodations aboard the aethership that got you here. You awake to the sounds of people commencing with the work of the day once more, the clang of the blacksmith's hammar, the sound of people talking, and the slightly more ominous sound of saws and shovels coming from where the pallisade is being errected.