Their walk through the forest to the tree, cart in tow, was made in silence--at least until Nari started whistling her usual unconscious bits and snatches of songs, calling back to birds who trilled at their passing. It's not too far to the fallen tree; a good sized one who'd had a little less grip on the ground than its fellows.

"Ever sawed through a tree before?" the elf asks brightly, putting down the lead to the cart in order to vault lightly over the trunk to where she'd leaned the two-man saw.