[Morpheus didn’t mind the closeness when Hob brushed up against him. Had it been most anyone else they would have earned a look and a step away, but Morpheus simply continued strolling onward, his own elbow occasionally bumping his friend back. It was pleasant company, and for one who had so recently been deprived of that, very welcome.]

I can believe that. Soldiers are often not situated in the heart of civilization, especially centuries ago. Creating structures to protect one against enemies and inclement weather, or paving roads, would be required. I have also heard that soldiers became quite efficient cooks out of necessity. [Not every company, especially in the old days, had a cook around to feed everyone. Nor did they have consistent rations.] You did a decent job. Nary a crack in the foundation so far.

[Hob’s words that the new inn was an optimistic hope that Morpheus would one day return touched him. He studied Hob for a moment, at a loss for words at how much that meant to him. Finally he found his voice, quiet and low.] It is a very fine place to meet, Hob. You did well. Perhaps… it was time, anyway. For part of the past to crumble and something new to be rebuilt in its place. Destruction is a natural part of the world, but so is what comes after.