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Chop. Chop. The swing of the axe and the sound of it hitting the wood had become a perfect rhythm for him. His muscles flexed and relaxed as he lifted the tool then let it fall. A nice coating of sweat had built up on his shirtless torso but he paid it no mind. To him it was a welcome feeling. The working of his muscles and the cooling of the sweat. The waist of his pants dipped low as well, proof that he'd lost a bit of weight recently.

Today he was simply out getting wood for cooking fires though he had found that he enjoyed doing physical labor. While he had a shield and knew how to use it he had taken up several odds and ends jobs near his home to ensure that he was never too far away. Gael didn't want anyone to think that he wasn't coming back like the last time. So he continued to swing his axe as his Zanteer lay at his feet lazily soaking up the sun.