There is an old saying amongst Charonians far and wide. 

If ye be broke, GO GET A JOB, YE LAZY LOUT.

No one said it was a clever saying. But that is the reason why Everett finds himself in the mountains of the Dragon's Cradle despite being much more comfortable on the deck of a ship. The call for able hands to assist with the establishment of a new village on the border between Dragon's Cradle and the Ash Lands quickly circulated amongst those looking to earn some extra coin for any kind of work. This, of course, included the one-armed half-elf. 

However, his arrival and declaration that he was here to work did not go over too well. The other workers, dwarves, half-orcs, burly humans, and all other manner of rough-and-tumble folk nearly laughed him off. One stressed that the fliers that were distributed across Charon clearly stated "ABLE-BODIED" help, and that someone who could only offer one helping hand would just get in the way. 

Everett isn't shocked by this reaction. He's come to expect it from most people especially since he has been trying his best to get mainly deckhand jobs. That's probably why he can keep a smile and be so insistent even when others are laughing in his face or telling him he'll just be a liability. He knows he can do the work if just given the chance. 

After some persistence, the others relent and give him some menial tasks like cleaning up around the construction sites and running errands. It's not much, but it's a start. He spends most of the day running around fetching things for the other people working on building houses, fences, walkways, and all other sorts of structures. 

Around midday, most of the workers go on break and that's when Everett actually has a lot more to do. He runs food back and forth to the different groups across the area that slowly but surely will become a new village.

He approaches one of the half-orcs working away on something and offers them some food and water. 

"It's coming along, good work! Let me know if you want an extra hand. I uh, only got one but I will do my best," he says with a slight laugh. 

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Description: A new village is being constructed on the border between Dragon's Cradle and Zeinav and the region is in need of helping hands. Due to the increased flow of people fleeing the Ash Lands, Dragon's Cradle has become a hub for refugees and has decided to put their resources to good use, building a new village to further increase the region's economy and social standing with their neighbors to the south. An open call has been issued to anyone who would like to help out. Things like constructing buildings, stables or fences, the digging of trenches or wells and collecting supplies like lumber or food are all task that are in need of assistance. Whatever you have to offer, Hearthside Village will accept!

It had been awhile since he had been back in the familiar mountain ranges. The lack of air up here was almost welcoming to him. It was comedic to him how he had left for a new life, only to return to support that new life. Though when it came to solars, he honestly had to take anything. 

The trip here wasn't too bad, albeit the rude ramblings of the other men aboard. He couldn't quite make out who they were ragging on, being as how he was busy reading letters, but the comments he heard were a little nasty. He had hoped, at the very least, that the fellow dealing with this wasn't letting it get to him.

Once arrived, it had become clear how desperately these people needed help. It had come as a shock at how much solars were being offered, even for a job abroad. With this sight, the half-orc understood well. The shabby homes and rugged lifestyles these people were forced to live was atrocious. Thankfully, it was all the motivation he needed to put in some good ol' blood, sweat, and perhaps the occasional tear.

Being a man experienced in crafts and handiwork, Dave was assigned to the construction of buildings and the repair of necessities such as wagons and carts. He had spent a good part of the day getting the wooden wheels of carriages to spin just right and for the stone walls of homes to look practically brand new. He looked over at the others' work. While yes, homes were being built, they had lacked a certain personal touch about them. Sturdily built, but not necessarily a sight for sore eyes. Dave shrugged it off. In times like these, it was hard to complain over having roof over their head. He knew that fact very well. 
"Thank you mister!" He smiled at the child and her mother as he clambered his way down the roof. He admired his work: A home of nice flat walls, a wooden roof with carefully engraved designs lining the overhang, the inside riddled with some proud stone work featuring tiles and counter. It took him awhile longer than he cared to admit, a large part of the day being spent on a singular house that had already had its framework done. Nevertheless, it made him happy to give the small family a nice house. Just in time for lunch.

He waved the family goodbye as he turned to head back to the small camp set up before an odd fellow approached with food in hand. He scanned the man, realizing he probably was the one being picked on given his... situation. Even still, Dave chuckled at the little self jab he had made. He pat the one-armed man on the back, admittedly too hard but earnestly meant a nice gesture.
"Oh I'm sure you'll be a big help. After all, how could you be handicapped when you got yourself an entire army." The half-orc let out a hearty laughter, his grizzly voice echoing along the stoney mountains. "Ah but you ain't gotta worry about me getting on ya's for your problem. Don't rightly know why those haggards would bother to ridicule someone. I'm sure you got yourself a fine way of getting around your situation."

Everett braces for the incoming pat on the back fairly well. His body almost does it instinctually, as if he's used to receiving such gestures from folks much larger and stronger than he appears to be. He barely even realizes his body has reacted in such a way, half expecting the pat to have sent him flying. 

Huh. 

"Pfft," he snorts a laugh at the pun. "That's a good one. If you don't mind, I'll probably steal that for the future."

Despite not remembering a damn thing about how exactly he lost his arm, he does know it's been gone for a while given how the nub has healed over. He's also fairly comfortable with maneuvering without it despite some of the challenges from its absence.

"I'm used to it," he shrugs. "I think it reflects more poorly on them than myself if I'm being frank. Pretty embarrassing to feel the need to jeer at someone with one arm."

Honestly, the teasing he has received from this bunch is not nearly as bad as some of the comments he had gotten down on the docks. Which is very funny to him given there are PLENTY of sailors missing eyes, hands, and legs. He supposes that it's just a thing that has been normalized in the sailor workplace to be a jerk needlessly. 

He looks past Dave at the house the half-orc had been working on. While he's not well-versed in the qualities of house construction, even he can tell that the craftsmanship is pretty impressive.

"You're really good at this kind of thing, are you a carpenter by trade?"

He also caught a glimpse of the joy and relief on the faces of the family that would call the house a home soon.

"I'm sure those people are grateful for your skills."