Browbeat moved slowly among the timbers supporting the vaulted ceiling, inspecting each one carefully. Below, Amy stood with Horace, directing the small flyer, while everyone else quietly watched.
"I feel like you're close," Amy said, nodding. "A little to the right."
Horace nodded. "I agree."
Browbeat dutifully moved right, and continued to inspect each timber. He paused then, eying one in particular, and then circled around it, peering closely. "This one is different than the ot