Sephiroth smirked back at Seferia occaisonally as he measured the door frame with rope, gathering the proper dimensions.
“I found somebody who can make a proper door, with proper hinges,” He said proudly. “A man and his wife have three children to feed. The guy owned a carpenting business before the Nemesis came and he’s been making tables and chairs and all kinds of things for the locals ever since. I said I’d trade them my giant collected grain rations jar, and he was only too happy to accept.”
He made the last measurement and then began to scribble on a piece of paperbark with some charcoal. “The man even suggested that I might be paying too much. He offered to give us a crib his family is no longer using to pay off the difference.”