Making Do

There wasn't a room. There wasn't even a doorway anymore. There was just rubble, dust, dirt, and even more rubble.

If I tried to take a step in, I'd just end standing on top of what remained of the ceiling. The painted walls now all looked like pieces to a puzzle the way they laid there amongst the ruins so strewn.

'Cept there won't be any assemblings happening here, putting everything back together again... just what do we think we are - magic?

Well, I asked around. No surprise I didn't find any magical construction workers hidden among our many talents, which now that I come to think of it, would actually be a particularly useful branch of magic to research.

Could certainly use a bit of that magic right about now.