>While some tension lingered, Rowanwood was able to finish up his notes and observations about the cellar and then eagerly departed for the mainfloor.
"So...do you guys fix up outhouses too?" you ask, once again hoping that work-related conversation would keep Rowanwood's mind on task. >"Uh, s-sure. Yeah, we can do that too. Do you need a new one dug out or just replace the upper structure?"
"Dunno. I haven't seen them yet either." >You figured it'd be like its own adventure, except at best all you hope to find a decent shithole. You head out the back door, through the kitchen. The surrounding land of your property is modest, albeit in need of some lawncare. Nothing a simple sickle and an afternoon couldn't fix later on. >As for the outhouses, there was just the one and, surprisingly enough, it seemed to be in decent shape. >"I'd probably suggest getting at least a second one built. One outhouse gets a line-up pretty fast. You don't want your patrons using the walls to take a piss."
"And how much are those?" >"About two hundred bits. I know it might sound a bit steep but you don't want to cut corners when it comes to shitholes."