Garsin woke fairly early, as usual, just before sunrise. Since Everything had to shut down at nightfall, he had no reason to stay up normally and could good a decent amount of sleep even if he woke up before first light. This gave him a chance to get breakfast and start up the forge before his right hand man, Micheal, would show up along with  the other two apprentices, Kyle and Vinnie. He enjoyed the company but valued his time alone in the morning so that he could wake up at his own pace. 

  Unlike a majority of the people in Refuge, Garsin actually lived by himself, right next to his forge. It wasn't so much because of his size, though that would make or some problems living in the cramped houses around him, but more because of the fact that he built the small place himself, and on the same property where he converted two buildings to a forge and a storehouse. His home wasn't large, but large enough to fit him inside of. If you walked through the front door, there would be a queen sized bed to the left, with a bedside table that held a lamp and alarm radio. At the foot of the bed was a trunk that held clothes, towels, and linen. Across the room and on the right there was a kitchenette that held the basic necessities, a fridge, sink, an oven with a stove top, two cabinets that contained various cups and plates, and a drew with silverware. There was also one small table next to the front window with two chairs and a sheet metal rose that Garsin made and painted to 'liven the place up a tad'. Along the back wall there are two doors. the left one was a closet that held Garsin's personal items and gear, and the door on the right was a bathroom that had a tub, a sink with a small mirror, and a toilet. All in all the place was kept as spotless as Garsin could keep it. While not a neat freak, He definitely liked coming back to a tidy home at the end of a busy day.

  Upon getting out of bed, Garsin wen through his regular routine of freshening up, getting dressed, and cooking a hearty breakfast of eggs, sausage, grits, and a biscuit. Due to running the smithing shop, being here for a while, and not really needing to buy anything except food and materials, he had a good amount of food to keep up with his stature. Today however, his routine was thrown of a bit by a knock on the door. Grunting a little, he finished off the least of his meal and went to answer the door, surprised to see Micheal up this early. 

  "Micheal? What are you doing here so early this morning?" he said with an eyebrow raised.

  "Mornin' boss, excuse my intrusion, but I thought you might like someone here to get the forge started up for you," Micheal said with a smirk. "You said you were going along with the scav mission today didn't you?"

  "I thought that was next week," Garsin replied, to witch Micheal was already shaking his head.

  "No sir, they are gonna be prepping to leave here in a few hours."

  Cursing under his breath, Garsin walked out of his home and started helping Micheal get the forge started while giving him instructions for while he was gone. Once finished the two apprentices showed up greeted everyone as well. "Alright," Garsin started now that everyone was here, "Kyle, Vin, while I'm gone Micheal will be in complete charge. He knows exactly how I run things so y'all shouldn't have to worry about anything but working the metal." He took the keys from his pocket and handed them to Micheal. "You take care of the shop while I'm gone of coarse, it's yours if I don't come back... and I know you won't but if anything goes missing and it is undocumented, I will be looking for you when I get back, understood?"

  Micheal gave a nod and Garsin went inside his house to gather his pack and put on his gear. Once he had everything gathered he walked outside and took a deep breath of the still damp morning air before heading up the road. Along the way people were watching as the well known blacksmith went down the street. Some kids watched in awe of the hulking man suited up in armor, painted matte grey in most places, white in others and accented in red. A cloth was snapped into place as his waist that was white, though worn with time, and trimmed in red and covered his right leg down to just past the knee. He had his pack on his back with his bush axe strapped to it and his gun at his side in its holster. One of the patrols passed by him a waved with a low whistle as Garsin was about to pass.

  "Hey, hey, what's the occasion? Are you actually going out with the scavs? What about the forge," one of the men asked.

  "I am, and I'm leaving it to Micheal until I return."

  "Alright, well you be careful. Would really suck if you didn't make it back, ya' know?"

  "Oh yeah? Well let's hope that if that does happen, that it will at least be a good story," Garsin finished with a chuckle as he waved farewell. 

  He finally made it to where everyone was gathered... just in time to see them starting to drive off. Garsin frantically started to make his way through the crowd when he decided upon a better idea. In a large bellowing voice he shouted over the chatty citizens around him. "PARDON ME, I'VE GOT A TRUCK TO CATCH!" Which startled a few of the people who hadn't known he was there but they did move out of the way all the same. Luckily, the enforcer knew Garsin and let him on through when he came running. It was quite a sight to behold, for sure. Something that big, running that hard, with that much momentum.... going nowhere fast. Sure it was a good deal faster than walking but they were pretty sure old man Cogner could outrun him given the right motivation. The personnel truck was just starting to move when Garsn jumped onto the back of it, grabbing the bar and taking a foothold on the bumper, making the whole thing rock to the side uneasily before readjusting for his weight.

 "What the hell was that!?" the driver exclaimed.

 "You didn't think y'all could get rid of me that easily did you," he said with a gut busting laugh. The driver while rolling his eyes turned back around and couldn't suppress a grin on his face. "The more the merrier I guess." Someone stood up and undid the back gate to let him in as they started driving again.

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  A few hours had passed and Garsin found himself outside the truck helping to clear some of the plant-life from their path. Using his bush ax, he cut down any extra growth that was in the way of the vehicles, helping to cut down on the time they spent stuck there. As he took a step back from his work he saw Eli in the humvee and waved to him, walking up to the humvee as he did so. He took out his canteen and pulled his helmet off, letting it hang in front of his chest by it's hose.

  "How's it going, Eli," he said as he took a swig from his canteen. "Sorry I missed out on this morning's motivational speech, got tied up at the forge making sure everything was ready to go, nearly missed getting on the truck." Even though Garsin took this moment for a break to talk and get water, he was already looking around to see where he could help next, or if anything significantly odd stood out in the thick foliage. With his helmet off, he was able to get a better view at exactly what they were working with, and couldn't help to think of some concerns about the speed of their progress. After all, they passed a large sinkhole not too long ago and he didn't relish the idea of being even remotely close to it. "So how is our progress so far?"