#rivervale_lodge

Olgar finds himself off duty Roverwise for a bit. He needed rest for part of the 4th and much of the morning for the 5th , but now, while a certain party is going on, and his wife was out and about, he got to work covertly. Clean up for much of the 4th already done, this wasn't that hard, but there was always work around here. The secret to making it magic was to make it seem like it just happened. So, while he thought he was alone (Not counting the animals and the balefire) Olgar begain to dust the railings, and remove cobwebs from darker corners. He made sure everything wasn't just dusted, but it gleamed.

Dusting. Then sweeping. Mopping.

Airing the house out for a cooler part of the day.

then getting back to other tasks. His wife already beat him at the Laundry, he notices. So, he sighs and gets to a task he knows no one likes.

Right gear, right tools, and... he cleans the toilets of the hold. Trolls do everything big. And , frankly, that includes some JUMBO sized excrement. It must be said that troll toilets are not built for beauty. They are built to take maximum loads with minimum fuss. Thanks to hearth training all know to wash their hands etc. What are they? Redcaps? But still, while not too far gone, doing it now, means no one else will do it later. Not that his wife is above delegating. Damn she can delegate like a general storming a beach It's just that even that is work.

Lighting a fire under wilders and childlings to do this or that chore requires finding said wilder or childling. Even when folks are there to actively help, someone has to organize. Won't do to have Brogan and Sally Mae both heading towards the same task. Olgar chuckles that while what he's doing is ultimately going to help, it will also force a brief confused shuffle to mark this off as done. Because he? He isn't telling anyone. Let his wife think perhaps Sally Mae got this instead. Though honestly, if there's any task Sally Mae , normally determined and quick to work, loathes, it's this one. Or maybe she'll decide it was Frank, who the ogre troll has to admit is no stranger to hard work when he is here. This was not fun for Olgar per se, but knowing it helped his wife's day pleased him. Knowing she might, just MIGHT for one brief period, but utterly confused on just who cleaned the toilets and dusted and mopped etc... well, that tickled him.

He wondered if he EVER really fooled her? Sometimes he thought so, but the problem with marrying a brilliant woman was you had to accept you were rarely the smartest person in the room. Joke was on her, HE was the one who married up. So who's the smart one there, eh? Smug and devoted, that was Olgar Davidson.

Finally, he finished and took a shower for himself. Dried off, changed, and put his dirty clothes in the hamper...

except for his dirty socks when he had forgotten about and left in the floor.

No husband is perfect.

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