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The more diverse, the more fun. Heh. Maybe this 'Fallon' had been a freelancer at one point too. Pious certainly had a history with a few 'Diverse' groups before. And some were more fun than others. Haha.
Quietly the warrior contemplated the camp and all it's moving parts. Letting the feelings of making a new home settle down inside of himself. Having been stricken with wanderlust from a young age, Pious wasn't nervous or anxious at all among so many strangers. In fact, it was all the new'ness that made him all the more comfortable. Like all his past sins had been washed away and eagerly forgotten. Nothing could hurt him here. So very far away from his beginnings. Yeah. It felt like being free.
"Oh my..."
Pious awakened with a somber start to his newest challenge. The hammer and anvil that he was tasked with were rather large and brutish even for his tastes.
"Well. If you are certain the cart can handle such a load,... Then I shall simply have to improvise a solution for us."
It was a calm, matter-of-fact like statement. His body language already expressing his martial prowess and logical intellect. Letting his eyes scan the surroundings for items that might make for further use. Folding his arms swiftly underneath his covering blue cape.
"Hmm. I'll see if I can't find a ramp and a few volunteers. With luck, we won't need a horse to pull it around. One moment."
Pious gave a slight nod and excused himself to go procure some help. Four men could move it, A ramp could heft it, and a little brute-force could get the job done. ...But Pious couldn't help but wonder: how did the old man get that massive thing up and down in the first place? Wow. He just hoped they wouldn't need a horse to drag the poor thing.
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*ooc: I assumed that pious could discern the approximate difficultly of the challenge just from looking at the anvil. bronze, iron, or steel. It must be one big puppy to weigh over 300 lbs.