Looking up at the towering wall of axes Synthia smiled to herself with pride. A months time had passed accumulating these titanic axes and she was now finished. Walking away from the Red Ajah sleeping quarters Synthia turned back to look at the ceiling high obstacle of axes blocking a single door. Written on the barracaded door "Aishana" could barely be seen behind the barrage of wood and steel.
"She will think twice before slipping forkroot into my evening tea again!"
Thank you to those willing and able adventurers for your efforts and this trade can now be considered closed.