OOC: Might as well post here for the time being.
IC: Parit rose his eyebrow, at the very hearing that he made his first offer with a villager with realstate. Although, he didn't really sell a house, he might as well help the fella with beilding this caravan. But his proudness was destoryed when his friend introduced the very thought of the guard tower.
He flung his head to face the blurry view of the guard tower. To some, it was the last piece of industerial there was in miles. To him, it wasn't a tower, it was a miltary office. The thing stood straight, as it reminded him of missile. The tower had four automactic moving doors sticking out to show that you could go in. The doors lead up into the center, where inside was the control center and fixed, vertical shelves that held types of ammo and weaponery. All of which was something Parit couldn't stand. When the tower got higher in alitude, the wider and retanglar center broke off, to what seemed like a fire tower house. The fire tower was held by legs attached by the weaponery storage unit part. In fact, you couldn't get in unless you used the ladders on the ground. But inside was Luhead, the Wolvark Parit couldn't stand. And he knew what he was thinking from there.
As he was thinking of all the ways he could insult the tower, he realized that his villager was waiting for him. He hastily ran up to him and stood behind him, so Luhead's sniper couldn't possibly shoot him. He said to him quietly, "Don't mind it, its for yer own protection. Anyway, the houses here is simple. Maybe I could invest one with ya?"
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Luhead tried to fins some sort of patch of skin to shoot the thing (Cliff) down, but couldn't find anywhere of the character that showed. He grumbled and cursed. He didn't have any action since Jovi needed a Bolamite removed from his view. And sat down in his chair and planned to get Parit in trouble for not taking care of Paramite.
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