[center]Rook, Salem Outskirts[/center]


Rook waved as the woman left him to his devices. With axe in hand, he was working on cutting down several of the trees. With each one that was felled, he would carry it to the flatbed and lay it across. He had a lot in mind, and he was hoping others would arrive soon enough. He was not the best at this when he was alone.

The axe would raise and fall several times, working on cutting off the branches and stripping off parts of the bark. He knew the bark could hide a number of things, but he wanted that off so it was easier to attach things to it later. With the first tree taken care of, he would push all the branches down to the ground, leaving the bark for a different pile. These would make for great kindling later.

This whole process took nearly an hour. His physical power was such that he could do these things without much issue, but it was time consuming. Sure, explosives would work, but that would damage the tree and make it mostly useless for what they needed to do. With the first tree taken care of, he would move to the second, and repeat the process until he had six of them cut down and on the flat bed, ready to be used for the wall.

He sat on the edge of the flat bed, giving himself a few moments to rest and relax. He had to pace himself, if he didn't, he would become useless if someone attacked while he was working. Drinking another bottle of water, he would set the plastic bottle aside, looking to the sky for a moment and seeing if there was going to be rain any time soon.

“Rook needs to get this working sooner. Maybe Old Man has some ideas... Or some lights! Lights would make it a lot better for Rook to work later. And then can use the lights to defend Salem by making the road show in the darkness.”