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[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

Boromir descends the stairs, again without his armor and weapons except for his eating dagger--though he knows by now he does not need it. He feels better with it at his waist nonetheless.

He sits at the bar and looks around for a few moments before speaking. "Lady Bar? The concoction I had the other day--I would like that again, please."

Up pops waffles with honey and berries. Boromir puts a coin on the bar top and murmurs "Thank you" as he begins to eat.

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[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I can do this," Boromir murmurs as he studies the cabinets. His hands glide lightly over the smooth wood, and he looks at Asar-Suti with a smile. "I shall be happy to help. Where are the tools?"

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps you might work with those people over there who are already hanging cabinets," Asar-Suti says, indicating a group of random helpers that aren't actually there but let's pretend they are.

"From the way they are arguing, they do need somebody who has the eye to tell them if the tings are aligned with each other, and generally straight," he adds.

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

Boromir nods and goes to the group that isn't there. In a few minutes he has calmed the argument and decided a way to judge the straightness of the cabinets.

So it is not leading troops into battle. He is still a leader of men.

He glances at Asar-Suti with a smile.

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti smiles back. Wonderful - just what you'd expect of Boromir.

Boromir!! Wheee!

The small purple god feels strangely elated as he goes back to conjuring things for the others to build with. Now, three bottles of orange wall paint...