Man it's been a while since I've been Daziron. Guess there hasn't been a Roshar game that I didn't run in a long time MR53, I guess is the next one.
The incessant pounding of hammers on wood, strangely, didn't drive Jaralph mad like it seemed to for so many others. Perhaps his ears had gotten used to the sound, blocked it out entirely, or maybe since it was by his own hands the noise was created he could stand it. He might even say it calmed him, on some days. The craftmanship certainly did.
Placing a nail on the edge of a board at just the right angle, Jaralph held it in place near the bottom and swung back his free arm, which held a hammer of suitable size for the task at hand. A few quick bang, bangs later, and the nail was fully in place, concealed under a lip of sanded wood. Admiring his art, Jaralph stepped back, rubbing his trimmed beard and humming a tune in beat with his usual hammer stroke.
The piece before him would soon be a chair, elegant and sturdy- not for King Rhoam, but for Jaralph himself. His current one, made by his father before him, was falling apart. Charming, but worth more in sentimental value than actual use. This new chair would be better than any before it, allowing a secure place for bottoms to rest for generations.
"Jaralph, sir!" A voice called from the doorway.
Jaralph turned, waving the messenger boy in. "Come in, lad. My chair is coming together!"
The messenger boy smiled weakly, and Jaralph could tell it was forced. A frown creeped onto his grizzled face. "I'd love to," the boy continued, "but I told the King I'd spread the message far across the castle, to every room."
"And what message is that?" Jaralph prompted, giving his full attention to the boy.
The lad gulped. "Well, sir, it's just that we're on lockdown now." He looked side to side nervously. "A Yiga was discovered infiltrating the castle. No one is to leave." The message delivered, the boy scampered off. Well, at least Jaralph knew why the lad had seemed so nervous.
A Yiga in the castle, and a lockdown. How about that. Well, Jaralph didn't mind. He hadn't been planning on leaving anyway, not when he was this close to finishing the chair. And maybe, this way, he could have a bit more excitement.