The morning air was cool and crisp almost frigid when compared to the hot muggy mornings of the Black Marsh. However, Sisseepa didn’t mind the cold much. In his years traversing Skyrim he’d grown rather accustomed to it. Well, mostly that is. The more snowy regions of Skyrim was a different story entirely. The Argonian’s bones ached just thinking about it. Sisseepa pushed away his traveling thoughts and focused on the task at hand. With a quiet grunt, he hefted the woodcutter's ax above his head and brought it down in one fluid motion, chopping the wood below in half. Deciding the pile of firewood was sufficient, Sisseepa rolled the kinks out of his shoulders before gathering up the lumber in his arms.  

Being the early riser he was and not wishing to disturb his fellow guild members, the archer sequestered himself to the Companion training ground to chop wood for the fire. Doing so allowed him to warm his muscles and help out a little with Jorrvaskr housekeeping. He figured the guild’s elderly maid Tilma could use the help. Sisseepa shuffled through Jorrvaskr back door with the wood pausing briefly to make note of the guild members present. [color=a187be]“Greetings honored friends.”[/color] He greets with a friendly curve of his mouth nodding his head to the small group.[color=a187be]”Staying warm I hope?”[/color] He hummed adding more wood to the fire before placing the rest in a pile for later use. Sisseepa dusted off his hands before standing and joining the others quietly taking a seat next to Jarett.