04-27-2020, 04:05 PM
Weekly tasks were not something he'd partaken in for an ample figure of months, simply due to the fact that he was in charge of the place. Was he even allowed to accept tasks? Would it shatter the standards of tribe life to do so? He didn't know, nor did he wish to create any paradoxes by attempting to find out if he could or not. He'd rather stick to simply handing them out or assigning someone else to do the dirty work for him.
Leroy encroached on the scene. When it came to his knowledge that Aurum's task was scrapbooking, the male couldn't help but think 'called it'. To his knowledge, Selby had administered the hindmost batch of tasks, and thus, the wolfhound had an inkling about their overall theme. Enforcing back-breaking labour wasn't among the Sawbones' interests, so the fact that one of the tribe's most hardened warriors had been encumbered with devising a scrapbook didn't surprise him.
As for his addition to the scrapbook, there was not much that Leroy could offer. Not off of the top of his head, at least. Shooting friendly glances to the others present, he parks his rump a good few paces away from Aurum and says, "Ain't got nothin' to give ya, myself, but the junkyard's probably got somethin' you could put in your li'l scrapbook; like some washers, bolts, old ammunition cartridges, I dunno."
Leroy encroached on the scene. When it came to his knowledge that Aurum's task was scrapbooking, the male couldn't help but think 'called it'. To his knowledge, Selby had administered the hindmost batch of tasks, and thus, the wolfhound had an inkling about their overall theme. Enforcing back-breaking labour wasn't among the Sawbones' interests, so the fact that one of the tribe's most hardened warriors had been encumbered with devising a scrapbook didn't surprise him.
As for his addition to the scrapbook, there was not much that Leroy could offer. Not off of the top of his head, at least. Shooting friendly glances to the others present, he parks his rump a good few paces away from Aurum and says, "Ain't got nothin' to give ya, myself, but the junkyard's probably got somethin' you could put in your li'l scrapbook; like some washers, bolts, old ammunition cartridges, I dunno."