Mending Fences, The Plan

"So," I asked, as the fencing appeared in the distance, "which among you has blacksmithing skills?"

"Why would any of us have that?" Mohr asked.

"Who has time or experience to waste on that?" Negla asked.

"Isn't three enough classes to divide among?" Doran asked.

Zoltar coughed. "Why are we talking about metal-working instead of this dust?"

Nogar might have been smiling from behind his bandana. "Ah. Dust. Yes. Earth, stirred by wind. If only we had a Storm Acolyte, to still those winds."

"I've got better things to spend my mana on. Maybe the magical creature should use its mana." Zoltar replied.

I sighed, calling up cultivation totals that might be used on a Merge Metal spell, or a version of Shape Earth that opened the soil, and closed it again, say for a section of fence. They were there, but they were sparse. Almost as if I hadn't been preparing myself for such labors.