[center]Rook, Salem Outskirts[/center]

Rook had been... Blissfully unaware of the events happening around him. He had heard them when they first came by, but it was the wrong direction, and a quick look told him he was not in danger, these were traders. If they attacked the town he would know, his hearing was still quite good. Even unarmed, he knew he was better in combat than nearly anyone there... At least in hand to hand.

So, axe would continue to rise and fall, chopping off tree limbs and stripping bark. When this tree was done, it was time to move them. He was unaware of the men who had guns trained on him, and if they shot at him... It was not going to be a good day for anyone involved. He grabbed one of the logs, lifting it onto his shoulder and walking several steps to the edge of the flatbed, before carefully setting it down on the ground below. He would need to bury it, but he lacked a shovel at the moment. Plus he had no cement. That was a problem.

With a shake of his head, he walked to the other side of the flatbed, repeating the process so there were two trees resting on the ends of the flatbed trailer. Wiping his brow, he looked to the sky and then to the ground. It was getting late, later than he had expected. Only the one girl had arrived. Oh well. More work tomorrow.

Stepping down from the trailer, he would pick up his white flag and uncover his stash of caps. Assuming no one shot at him, he would start towards the diner now, still looking to buy some meat so he could augment his stew. It was getting rather thin after all, and this was why he came to town in the first place!



[hider=OOC] At this point, I'm going to let others take control of Barney, they will either vouch for Rook, or will attack him. Either way will be interesting.[/hider]