Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190221011452/@comment-25828117-20190221171115

"I figure this one's thick enough." Graicus was no woodcutter or a carpenter so he just had to guess.

In a way of measuring and testing he placed a palm against the bark and pushed it.

"Yeah that's... That'll do."

He may not have been a lumberjack but he knew not to hack it off in such a way it would fall on you or anyone standing around so he circled around the tree a bit until he found the ideal angle and starting chopping away.

"Shame..."

chop

"...we..."

chop

"...don't..."

chop

"...have..."

chop

"...another..."

chop

"...axe."

The sound of a tree being chopped reverberated around the crags, only rivalled by the sound of water rushing from the rapid river next to them.