Oliver laughed. "They're boxes, Harmon, we're not exactly digging latrine pits. You needn't be so put off."
The smith eventually acquiesced, and pointed them to a downstairs room that was packed full of boxes, all the way from floor to ceiling. A man couldn't even walk in through the doorway without removing a row of boxes first.
"I'd be careful, Sers," Harmon said. "They're heavier than they look in place. Some of them have got my tools in them, some of them have got some of the storefront pieces in them that I'm still hoping to sell…"
"We'll see to it," Oliver said. "You go and get yourself ready."
Harmon dipped his head, and hurried off. He seemed to be practically sprinting so he could get back and help them with the task.
