Third floor of the mage tower, towards the back. There's a disused classroom.
[ The Maker doesn't smile on wastefulness. He doesn't smile on fuckall, but Wren can readily concede there aren't enough resources in the world to spare upon the catharsis of every perceive slight.
But not all the furniture of the Gallows can be reclaimed or resold. Some is too damaged for anything save firewood, and with an axe happily in hand —
The sounds of splintering wood are likely directions enough. ]
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[ The Maker doesn't smile on wastefulness. He doesn't smile on fuckall, but Wren can readily concede there aren't enough resources in the world to spare upon the catharsis of every perceive slight.
But not all the furniture of the Gallows can be reclaimed or resold. Some is too damaged for anything save firewood, and with an axe happily in hand —
The sounds of splintering wood are likely directions enough. ]