the stubborn old lady refuses to be in the spotlight for her mistakes, trying to minimise the fact and bandage herself alone away from the others' sight
See if I can help Lorbam in any way.
[roll: 1, +1 team]
Someone really screws up around. Bandage was wrapped around the hand, allright, but that didn't stop the wound from bleeding. And old Lorbam's face now looked spooky with all that blood going down her chin.
"Those are pretty heavy."
Keep carrying the planks to the encampment.
Help carry the planks back. I shouldn't build when someone more capable can do it 
All of the remaining planks have been quickly moved to the campsite.
He then proceeds to move some of the smoked meat to the wooden box,
so that the empty barrel can be used to collect water.
Gustave put nails at the plank floor and then stuffed whatever meat he could into the small box.
He managed to empty a mere quarter of the barrel that way.
Swampy waters... its a bad thing.
"We got a lot of work to do folks." Harald continues on house.
[roll: 5, +1 skill]
The hammer was hammering the nails into the planks, connecting them to the floor. In no time, Harald added western wall to the house. Not to mention he used only twenty two nails.
Carry on with the "cellar". Once its done, free up a barrel for brewing by stashing food in it.
[roll: 3]
Karel managed to dig out some more of the loose, watery mud and dirt. She spent more time carrying the shovel-fulls of mud away from the cellar than actually digging up the mud.
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