09-22-2018, 10:39 PM
No, he was not going to do this by himself. It would be utterly boring, having to spread liquid colour over the docks without any companionship. Numerous buckets of paint bordered the tall canine’s flanks, each container with a little bit of its contents purposely splattered around the rim to signify which canister held which. Collecting them was a long and painful process, with Leroy only having the ability to transport one at a time, holding every heavy vat’s handle in his maw, the inside liquid tugging downwards as the hound traversed the distance of the barn and the docks, and each trip between the two locations worsening the strain on his spine. Sure, it was possible for the guardsman to enlist some NPCs to aid him in the task. However, he didn’t need some moron dropping a can, potentially harming themselves, or even worse, harming the paint. That’s why he was alone in that step; he couldn’t trust in others’ lack of abilities.
Honestly, he could not see why the docks needed to be painted in the first place. The vulgar words, which were artistically added by some peaceful stranger, were there to remind Tanglewood that they were no more than scum - and he was completely fine with that. All it did was add more sorry souls to the list of enemies, and that was always fun. Knowing Morgan, there was no way out of it, sadly. The pooch had put so much resources into shaping his dream of a better Tanglewood into a reality, and the graffiti present was but a setback in his goals.
Lucky for Leroy, he was given no limitations in this task. Once people showed up, he’d give orders then. For now, he’d announce his presence.
"Come one, come all, an’ help paint th’ docks! We’ve got colours like, red, blue, and, uh, I may be colourblin’ for all I know ‘cause that looks fuckin’ grey."
“Oh wait, it says right there. Grey. G-r-e-y”.
Honestly, he could not see why the docks needed to be painted in the first place. The vulgar words, which were artistically added by some peaceful stranger, were there to remind Tanglewood that they were no more than scum - and he was completely fine with that. All it did was add more sorry souls to the list of enemies, and that was always fun. Knowing Morgan, there was no way out of it, sadly. The pooch had put so much resources into shaping his dream of a better Tanglewood into a reality, and the graffiti present was but a setback in his goals.
Lucky for Leroy, he was given no limitations in this task. Once people showed up, he’d give orders then. For now, he’d announce his presence.
"Come one, come all, an’ help paint th’ docks! We’ve got colours like, red, blue, and, uh, I may be colourblin’ for all I know ‘cause that looks fuckin’ grey."
“Oh wait, it says right there. Grey. G-r-e-y”.