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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Emiricol" data-source="post: 1042105" data-attributes="member: 469">Elig awoke, and his first waking thought was how much he hated cutting wood.  Hated the necessity of it.   Stores had to be stocked whether he liked it or not.  Usually, it was "not".Elig realized then why he had woken up.  Some terrible, deep sense of dread filled him.  Then just as quickly, it had passed.  He shrugged it off as the sticky residue of a nightmare, which were all too common.Elig rolled over, absent-mindedly flicking his cloak out.  He had used it as a blanket, as he always did, and flicking it was a good way to remove loose vermin that might have settled in during the night.  With a sigh, he put his clothes on, then his blanket - which now resumed it's intended function as a cloak - and then his boots.  Elig liked his boots.  They were reliable, and that was one trait Elig respected.With a stretch, elig moved to the table, where the remnants of last night's dinner lay.  The fat from the remaining rather greasy squirrel had congealed, but Elig did not have time or wood to spare to light a fire to re-heat it.  With a grunt, he pried the meat from the pan and ate it quickly in the hopes he would not have to taste it.If only he had been so lucky.  Elig grimaced, and washed it down with a quantity of water.   He thought to himself that such fare was better than most people could enjoy, and again regretted that his sense of honor would not let him just leave this place.  The people of this small settlement had taken his family in, even helped them rebuild their lives.  It was only fair that now, when his skills in hunting and logging were fully realized, he should return some of that kindness to the village.It was the right thing to do.  And besides, where would he go?With that thought, Elig wandered out to meet with his fellow woodcutters.  He waved to Choric.  He'd long known Choric - it was a small settlement, after all - but had never really been close.  Neither had he ever had any issue with the man."Well met, Choric.  How was watch?  Anything we should be alook for?"  he said in Erenlander, his speech as always direct and simple.</blockquote>

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