“Timber!” came the deep rumbling sound of a man’s voice accompanied by the crack and break of a falling tree. Before the tree had collided with the ground Selleus had already put away his axe and gotten his big saw from his cart. This was a good day, it wasn’t all too hot or cold. The sun didn’t sting his eyes and the rain had yet to come. Although today looked like there could be a thunder storm brewing. Which wasn’t all that bad, considering that would mean people in town would stay home rather then crowd the streets. The noise of his saw much sounded like his own snoring, which reminded him of the lack of sleep he had the last few nights. Selleus wasn’t quite sure, but it might look like his house was being haunted. Stranger things had happened in town the last couple of months. Luckily it didn’t seem all that bad though, a few belongings had changed place and the floor boards had started to crack. Although that last part might be because of the buildings age rather then some ghost.

It was afternoon when Selleus rolled his full cart into town. Pulling it himself like he always did. He let out soft curses at the lack of “bad” weather and the crowd abroad. “A well, better get this business over and done with so i can go back home.” Selleus softly murmured to himself. The shop keeper was John, like his dad had been called and his dad before him. It was probably the only name they could come up with. Sounded more like making use of the latrine then a name to be honest. “Morning, John. Any news?” Selleus greeted the man as he unloaded the stumps of fire wood from his cart. “Matter of fact there is actually.” John spoke in a voice that very much sounded like the crack of old leather shoes. The rather large wart on his nose was the first thing that came around the corner to meet the squat man. “Really now? What is it, town hall burned down?” Selleus joked. He had never really like the people down at town hall, until he heard what John had to say. “Not quite, but they are setting up an exploration team of some sorts, haven’t you seen the flyers? There all over the place. Like fly’s stuck to dung.”

“You know i can’t read.” Selleus scowled. “But exploring sounds like fun. Matter of fact, i might just try it out some time. Get rid of my daily routine you know.” Now it was John’s turn to scowl. “And who is going to bring me my wears to sale then?” Selleus wasn’t the only one who chopped wood for living, but he brought in the most. The thought startled him for a fleeting moment, but it was enough to let him drop the logs he was about to put on the rest. John’s yelp could be heard across the street and maybe even the next if you listened closely. The log had landed on his foot and the toe was turning all kinds of shades of blue and purple. “Well, seems like you other things to worry about now. I’ll see you in a couple of… When i get back” Selleus said before turning around and leaving. His direction, Town hall.

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