If she's honest with herself, she isn't entirely sure what the problem of it is. Before all this, she was with two tinkerers who would always fix the things that she was too impatient to try (or, realistically, couldn't fix through brute strength). But she had always been observant, and now maybe it would pay off with help. She has a working theory on what to fix at least, but first she knows it requires removing the giant grindstone itself from the cradle. And despite how strong she is, she knows she's not that strong.
She looks back over to Farogil, unabashedly eyeing him. She can't really tell beneath his clothes but to her he certainly seems ... slight is a polite word. Placing her hands on her hips she furrows her brow.
"We need to lift the stone." Leave it to him to say whether or not he's capable.
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If she's honest with herself, she isn't entirely sure what the problem of it is. Before all this, she was with two tinkerers who would always fix the things that she was too impatient to try (or, realistically, couldn't fix through brute strength). But she had always been observant, and now maybe it would pay off with help. She has a working theory on what to fix at least, but first she knows it requires removing the giant grindstone itself from the cradle. And despite how strong she is, she knows she's not that strong.
She looks back over to Farogil, unabashedly eyeing him. She can't really tell beneath his clothes but to her he certainly seems ... slight is a polite word. Placing her hands on her hips she furrows her brow.
"We need to lift the stone." Leave it to him to say whether or not he's capable.