Monke and Battle Royales (3)

Alright… Even with my crap standards, even I could tell when a solid foundation was built for a treehouse.

It's been an hour since I started working with building the foundation, using some rope from my inventory I stored (just in case) as the bind that held all the wood together. Prixais was impressed by my work, even if she was extremely disappointed earlier with my embarrassing showing.

"Well, I'll say that's lookin' as stable as it'll ever be." Prixais shrugged as she glanced at the wooden foundation that was a few meters in the air, clinging onto the tree trunk tightly and firmly.

It was about 15-feet high, with a bunch of leaves covering it, so unless a Dungeon Master looked up and squinted their eyes to get a good look in between the leaves, it would be near impossible to see.