Today, Devrion had decided to visit the mortal realm, specifically the town of Silverlight, the very first town in this new world with residents. He was interested to see what they were doing with the place, and whether any of those who had discovered his own presence were around. Wandering the town slowly, hooves clacking against the streets, he headed for the Marketplace. Ducking into one shop than another, he smiled at the new merchandise on display. The shopkeepers, his children in a way, seemed to be doing well for themselves.

Heading back outside after a quick smile at a small offering box he spotted inside of Home Sewn, he glanced up the street... and froze. What. In the world. Was THAT run down an old patched up building supposed to be? He got the sense that it -should- be something, something that was connected to his domain. But... what?

Frowning, the god headed toward it at an increased pace, wings fluttering a bit at his back. Once he was closer, he spied a board that was falling off one of the windows just enough to peek inside. He saw tables, chairs, a long counter... This was... a restaurant? No. Not quite. It was supposed to be a tavern, he thought. A tavern! That would be a wonderful new type of business for this town! Somewhere for the residents to gather together, have drinks, food and merriment.

But right now, it wouldn't attract any patrons at all. He walked around the building, and finally flew up into the air to survey it from above. The building looked like a ruin, like it was two minutes away from falling apart completely. He wondered how exactly it got this way but, really, that wasn't important right now. This would not do. This would not do at all.

Well. He grinned. It was a good thing he was a god, hm? Hovering over the front entrance to the building, Devrion summoned his power and clapped his front paws together with a sharp 'crack' that seemed to echo down the street.

Golden swirls of light surrounded the building for a few moments, and once they faded away a few minutes later, all the holes in the roof were fixed, glass returned to the windows... broken furniture inside had been repaired, and the boards over the windows fell to the street with a clatter.

Devrion landed gently on the ground in front of the door and nodded to himself, satisfied. "Perfect. Open for business, as soon as I find a Kitsu worthy to run such a wonderful place," he commented to himself.

Marshall's eyes flew open, jolted wide awake by the sudden sounds all around him. His heart raced in his chest, his body frozen in pure terror as he tried to make sense of the chaos unfolding around him. His once familiar sanctuary had transformed into a nightmarish scene, violently yanking him out of his bed and hurling him into a mess of bottles hidden around it. Yet amidst the chaos, his grip remained steadfast on the half-empty bottle he had clutched onto for dear life.

Letting out a disoriented grunt, Marshall struggled to regain his footing in the midst of the ever-shifting environment. "What in the name of the gods just happened?!" he growled, his voice a mixture of confusion and frustration. With his ears pinned back in a blend of fear and determination, he stumbled down the tavern's creaky stairs, his eyes narrowing as he gazed at his transformed surroundings. This was not his home. No, this would not do at all.

Marshall flung open the tavern door, stepping outside to look at his tavern. Was this even his tavern anymore? His gaze landed on the deity standing before the building, a tempest brewing within his gaze. Fierce wrath danced in Marshall's eyes as he took a deep breath, setting down the remaining bottle with a controlled grace before striding purposefully toward Devrion. "What is the meaning of this?" he demanded, his voice trembling with fury, his paw gesturing angrily at his home. "This is my home and you have ruined it!" Marshall's voice seemed so frustrated and then he yelled. "Put it back, NOW!"

With every ounce of his small, determined frame, Marshall puffed himself up, standing tall as he closed the distance between himself and the god. The funny thing about that was he was only just above the height of a perma kit with a big fluffy tail. Maybe the only thing tuff looking about this kitsu was the scowl on his face and the scar and missing arm.

Devrion had started to turn away in order to search the town for someone to run the tavern, when a loud voice startled him into spinning back to face the building. He blinked at the words he heard coming from the disheveled Kitsu that had walked outside, face dead-pan for a number of seconds. It took even his godly brain a little bit to catch up. Ruined it? -Ruined- it?!! "Wha- I ... I've done nothing of the sort!" he insisted, eyes wide.

Stepping toward the Kitsu, he gestured toward the building with enthusiasm. Obviously the other just didn't understand! He had been startled by Devrion's work (no wonder, the god had actually been unaware anyone was inside). Had he known he might have an observer, he would have first brought the Kitsu outside to witness his work! "It's better now, everything is fixed, you see!" he continued, walking up to stand within the other's bubble.

"No more holes in the roof, the windows have proper glass, I've even fixed the tables and such on the inside for you! If this building is yours, which I assume it is, you can easily open it up for -business-!" The god's eyes practically sparkled at the last word. "Besides that do you not realize that I am Devrion god of commerce. You should treat me with more respect."

The small kitsu didn't seem to back down even as Devrion stepped closer. In fact it looked like Kitsu was about to put up his dukes. "No one asked you to do this!" Marshall insisted. "You say fixed, I say ruined!" He turned with a stagger to gesture at the building. "You've erased the past without asking anyone if they even wanted a tavern." He hissed.

"If kitsu want something it should come from their own paws, their own sweat, their own want!" The kitsu seemed to speak with a weird sort of passion. "If the kitsu want a tavern they should build one. But I do not accept this easy fix you snapped into being with your god powers." He turned to look at the god again with an angry look on his face.

"I only respect and fear one god being, and it's not you!" The small kitsu spat. "Return this place to the way it was, or I will do it myself! Let the kitsu of the town come together to build a tavern if they want one. If they do, I will run it, but I doubt they will build something for someone else."

Devrion didn't like the way this kitsu spoke to him, but the part about letting the kitsu build one if they wanted it, actually made some sense. Reluctantly he returned the tavern to its former horrid state. "We will try it your way. I will call on the kitsu of Silverlight. They will aid, you'll see." With that Devrion left to rally the kitsu of silverlight for this task.

Extra Notes:

Total Needed Items:
350 Clay Bricks
750 Wood Planks
150 Glass Planes

Prompt To turn in materials too:
https://kitsusagi.net/prompts/24

A new item category has been added to the site: Tools, these items can be bought at Farm song to be redeemed for more advanced crafting recipes. You only need to purchase one of these for your account, as more things are introduced to the world more tools will become available.

Two new general crafting recipes have been added to the site. Clay Baking and Glass Making.