There doesn't seem to be much value in hurrying them. Ekador ponders his block of wood. He was going to shape blessing symbols out of it, to be subsequently arranged on a string and tied into his hair, but now he has the more immediate practical problem of wanting to sit somewhere comfortable. Surely there is some way to design a structurally stable chair or stool that could be made out of this much wood. He just needs to apply more ingenuity.