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[color=00FCD8]Location[/color]: Camp Lava Lake Trail Head
[color=00FCD8]Skills[/color]: N/A
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[color=00FCD8]“Yes. I'm sure none of us can question your skills in handling… wood. Or your friend's, I suppose.”[/color] Aster glanced at the hankies over the edge of his glasses. [color=00FCD8]“I don't doubt your hands have known plenty of splinters and they'll probably know many more after this [i]conquest[/i].”[/color] Aster said as he glanced pointedly at Zeke. He wasn't certain what set the cretin off, but Aster certainly wasn't going to let him talk however he wanted to. 

Still, Aster was glad Em brought up labor because as much as he wanted this to be perfect (He was involved so it would have to be!), Aster dreaded having to actually [i]lift[/i] anything. He swam to keep his silhouette sharp and pointed and lithe, not to haul logs and ratty furniture. He'd sooner let this would be killer take him than break a nail. [color=00FCD8]“Excellent. I will be happy to catalog all issues in the place, though I have a sneaking suspicion that it will be an incredibly short one: Everything. If it has been abandoned for as long as it you claim, I doubt anything will be usable.”[/color] Aster pointed out in all seriousness. He wasn't certain if Dobbs was testing them, but he appreciated the pace. Swimming was all cardio and the speed was perfect. He didn't have to slow.himself down because the Straights couldn't figure out how to put.one foot in front of the other. 

[color=00FCD8] “And the sleeping situation? What does that look like? I have to start visualizing where to put my things.”[/color]