Wind down

Stepping into the space he felt the weight shift and he barely managed to catch himself before the piece clattered to the floor and against the wall. Pulling his forearms out of the straps he un buckles the belt from his waist and moves to inspect the piece and make sure it didn’t suffer any further damage.
With a sigh he moves to the workbench and begins unloading items from his apron. After a few minutes he sighs and takes a seat on the bench. He reaches out for the lid of the bird call box and turns it slightly, examining it distractedly.
“I don’t know what to do with them Sila.” He absently places a hand on the pouch by his side. “And not even Gwaur for company.” He mumbles to himself. He hopes back up and heads for the pantry to fetch from supplies and refill several containers from his pouch. Stopping by a small cage he gathers a few eggs from below the small game birds and carefully wraps them and places them in his pouch as well.
“Well…” He heads back to the work bench and lifts the largest burlap sack and pulls it to the side of the room where a few half barrels converted to planters lay and he lifts the plant into one. “You will need watering…I did think of that though. I wonder if that’s why you did so well? Perhaps when they lost one of their own that’s where they bought them? Likely more energy in theirs than most others with the power flowing through them.” He heads toward a shelf with numerous jars and pulls down a large one and busies himself with a bag of dirt and trowel.
 
“Oh, and cant forget you guys” he says, glancing at a smaller bag. He plants several seeds in individual cups and transplants a smaller plant before he looks around thinking for a minute. “I think we leave you with the others and I’ll take that one upstairs I guess he says.” After arranging things
Once finished he cleans up and takes a small tin and scrapes the contents onto a small heating dish and adjusts it’s height over the small flame. Looking satisfied he sighs and steps back into the manse with a puff of mist.
 
He spends a few minutes poking through the library one last time, pocketing a few candle sticks and pulling another door handle off before he is satisfied. After a bit he heads back out toward the group. Stopping by an appropriate divot in the ground he sets a small fire alight and places several items in it from his pouch and sets them ablaze. He nods to himself after a few minutes and puts out the remains of the flame with dirt and then pulls out a blanket from his apron and heads toward the huts Flicker had fashioned, careful not to wake those resting.