Ancora cursed a string of elvish as she sliced into her fingertips again, making them sting horribly. The woolly ram in front of her bleated mockingly, and she scowled, giving it a light pat to send it away while she examined the pair of rusty shears she had been using. The Elven woman's eyes narrowed in annoyance: The blades were dull and chipped, and the hinges were stiff with rust and grime. With a despondent sigh she stood, removing her apron and letting her long hair from its tie. She fished around in her coin purse for pieces of silver, and was satisfied when the contents rung like a bell: This spring's harvest had been bountiful.

Rushing to her house, she opened her pantry and pulled out a loaf of bread, still warm from the baking she had done that morning. Wrapping it in a cloth, and making sure she was somewhat presentable, she exited her property and strode down the main road into town: It was time to visit her friend Yoshi.

Yoshi let out a slight grunt as he smashed his ax down into a large piece of wood cutting it clean in half leaving the ax stuck in the log underneath. Though he had no gloves to keep his hands from the vibrations he had grown used to the feeling long ago, getting his hands callus to all pain in them. He had cut a large pile, almost up to his pectorals. He didn't have anything better to do, and this was one of the only real jobs he could do and actually make a profit. Yoshi sighed as he grabbed his ax once more, and like always, he felt the urge to swing it with content as he always did. Though he hated himself for fighting, it was all he knew how to do so it was only natural to want to try it again. Suddenly he remembered, his only friend was coming over today.

Slightly freaking as his house was a mass, he knew he'd have to clean the place. Grabbing his broom the man started to move all the dust to his best towards the outside, placing his many jars in his crooked cupboards.