"Please--why! Just go away, just go! You're just here to mock us! ...Got any free things--no, wait, I don't want things from a pig, they'd be covered in mud and-- leave!!!"

"You don't need his charity, Tommy. Back to building your house, if you're going to be rude about it. How are you, Techno? Toppled any governments lately?"

"Nah." He takes off his armor; he's got new clothes on, more blue than red. "I'm a changed man. Renounced my violent ways, moved to the arctic, started a turtle farm, that sort of thing."

"I'm not building a fucking house here. Leave me alone." He considers attacking Technoblade, just to see if he can, but Paramin's in full netherite and will probably stop him before he can even get one hit in.

She most certainly would. She gives him a little open-hand slap on the back of his head to send him on his way.

"A turtle farm. Got any scutes on you?"

"Ow, what the hell Paramin."

"Not on me. Why? D'you want some?"

To Technoblade: "Wouldn't mind a few."

To Tommy: "If you're not going to be polite to our guest, then you might as well go be useful."

"Well, I'm sure we can work something out sometime. Just name a time and place."

"You said that you're in the Arctic? I'll go with you now, if you're free."

"...Eh, sure, not like I was doing anything better with my afternoon."

"Going on a trip with Techno, big man. Be back later. Be good while I'm gone."

"I'm gonna go with Paramin now, Tommy. See how that government worked out for you. I'm just saying, Tommy, maybe you've been working with the wrong people. I wish you luck on your, uh, quest."

"BYE."

She drops a stack of cobble for him, ruffles his hair and sets off.

Well.

This sucks.

He goes back into the mine and shovels gravel until he gets a piece of flint--he has a furnace going, now, with a few iron ore in it and a few pieces of coal--takes an iron ingot, combines it with the flint to make a flint and steel, and heads back up to the surface.

He's not building a house here. He's going back to L'Manberg. He can make a campsite, maybe, or an outpost, or a tower, but he's not making a home.

He sets the stack of cobble on fire and walks around, talking and praying as he does. He feels less lonely, talking to people, even if they're incorporeal and can't talk back very well. (He's pretty sure there's more of them than usual, which he tries not to think about, in the same way he's trying not to think about how Tubbo prayed for guidance before going through with exile.) He's acutely aware that Paramin could come back at any time, that he has a limited amount of time to get logs and iron and food and everything before she comes back. He really does need food, though, so that's his first goal.

There's a ruined portal nearby with some glistering melons, and just beyond that, a village; he doesn't bother farming, just grabs some hay to turn into bread later before heading back. It's almost dark by the time he reaches the dirt-shack-with-a-door; he goes back to punching trees until night falls.

Sam comes up. "--Tommy?" He drops a stack of pumpkin pie.

...Tommy picks it up. "Sam?"

"I was looking for you. I came here to deliver you a message." Some mobs have started to come out; Sam fends them off easily. Such are the benefits of an enchanted netherite sword. (Tommy has an iron sword and partial armor now, at least--there was an enchanted gold chestplate and pants at the ruined portal--but not enough to make night entirely safe.) "This is an important message for you, Tommy."

"From who? Wait, what?"

"I know you were sent away, and I'm sorry. But when you need someone, you know where to find me. My house is far away from all of them, and you can hide with me if you need a place to stay, Tommy. Be safe. I can see this server tearing itself apart. I need to go now, before Paramin comes back." 

"Thank you, Sam."

And then it's time for him to sleep.

She returns under cover of night and makes her presence known by playing a disc outside.