Wood Pickers
Posted: Dec 4, 2019, 5:57pm
Balar followed Dimm into the nearby treeline and began to scoop up kindling for the fire. He watched the Dwarf set about his task with a single minded joy. The fellow seemed to live entirely in the moment. In a way the old warrior was envious of him.
"Do you have family, back where you come from?" Balar caught the Dwarfs eye as they both reached for the same fallen branch.
Balar gave a low laugh and straightened allowing the Dwarf to scoop up the timber.