Fortunately Connal didn't seem to catch that remark. "It would be if I could stop worrying about my friends," he said with a deep frown.

It felt like he left his companions in an awful spot. Probably because he did. Sure Connal never had a choice in that matter, but here he was in relative safety while they were still trapped in one of the most dangerous places he ever head about.

It took him a small moment to snap out of his funk and answer her question. "Uh, all kinds of things. Chairs, tables, carvings, sometimes I even make toys. Well, made anyway."