[color=630460][b]Gunthar[/b][/color]

Moving his shoulder, Gunthar moved forward as he picked the specially made hammer for him. One end blunt and the other sharpened like a pick. A normal human would've struggled to lift it alone by himself, Gunthar picked it up like it weighed nothing as he pulled the cart behind him, with no else needed as he headed deep into the mines.

Reaching his area, Gunthar hefted his tool and struck into the rocks. Not to mine but to tear and gouge. Easily cracking stones in his path as he continued a steady rhythm, break the stones, dig through with the other and shovel the rest into the cart. Barely half an hour before he was already moving back out with cart in hand to dispose of the earth and obtain a new one.

So on and on it goes. Strike at the wall, break the large ones into smaller pieces, shovel them into the cart, move them at the end, repeat and repeat.

Gunthar felt his blood boil at times, he wasn't the smartest and there's food but it wasn't enough. 

He wanted to see more, the fabled mountains of where the ogres once came from. Outside of this camp, anywhere besides this place.

So with that, he swung and worked his frustration out at the mountain. Carving stones, earth and even sometimes the precious mineral as he bore down with his hammer relentlessly. It reached a point where he had to stopped as he found the debris at shin length, forcing him to stop and shovel all of it while taking multiple carts.

[@Saiyan][@EmmaZ]

On his way out, covered in dust and dirt, his eyes met with the trio again and nodded out of habit to them as he carried the cart loaded with soil and dirt behind to dispose off. Only grunting deeply as he focused on his job.