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WHO: Haldir, and Whoever!
WHAT: Haldir has drug 4 large trees from sundermount, and is now vigorously chopping wood outside the mages tower without a shirt.
WHEN: Wintermarch
WHERE: Kirkwall - Gallows specifically
NOTES: For some UNKNOWN REASON Haldir feels super energetic, and he promised a lovely lady some wood /waggles eybrows

Over the space of a few days, Haldir’s attitude and outlook on life had changed drastically. Although he lacked a purpose in his new place of residence, it didn’t seem bother him as it did before. After a delightful, and very eventful day with Ellana, he felt an overwhelming need to make sure she had everything she needed. She had mentioned that having a well stocked supply of wood was always sought after, so it was a place to start. So, after a quick and very awkward chat with the Quartermaster, he borrowed an ax and ran off toward a wooded area he discovered in his roaming.

He chopped down four sizable trees, and then proceeded to drag them from the wood all the way to the Mages Tower. He thought it would take quite a lot longer, but he felt his old strength and vigor return, which made it possible to drag two trees at once, rather than just one at a time. Night passed, and the exercise felt rather good. It was quite a hike from the gallows to the forest, but he didn’t feel fatigued. If anything, he felt relieved that his body didn’t seem to require rest or sleep that night. He hated the idea of sleep, more so the nightmares that accompanied it. He often went until he collapsed, hoping fatigue would erase the chances for dreams. Given the option, he was much more content to explore the new trees, and walk under the stars, even if they were not the ones he knew. He was beginning to feel like himself again.

An irksome thing he had noticed his body was that it started producing a wet sheen that smelled most unpleasant after a few hours. In order to prevent his shirt and armor from becoming soiled, he stripped down to just his breeches and boots, stashing the rest away until he was finished. Once all the trees had been deposited by the tower, he started frantically chopping, cleaving each log in two in just one swing. A sizable pile of wood was starting to build up, and he paused to survey his handiwork with a satisfied smile, and a swipe across his brow.

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"Well, it's good clean water, and we all know how bad it is to get dehydrated. Never good, you get all confused, headaches, stop sweating. Seen it happen! Dwarves working all day in the forges, forgetting to drink, and the next thing you know Bam! They lose a finger with a misplaced hammer."

Barnabas looks back at the massive woodpile, and then back at the unchopped two trees. "You know, winter dosn't last for years here. Just a few months, and then it gets hot again."

"Eldar do not dwindle to physical exertions as easily as some...other...races. As I said before I am well, thank you." He went back to his chopping, after giving him a little side eye. He didn't appreciate this dwarf's needling. He didn't feel fatigued at all, if anything the physical exertion was invigorating.

"I have experience little of winter, as my Lady couldn't abide it. She preferred spring to all other seasons. But, I am not ignorant to it's waning. It's my understanding that wood can be used for necessities other than warmth. Cooking, for example." He brought his ax down, cleaving another thick log in half in one swing. "Perhaps I should get another tree or two. It wouldn't be too much trouble. I admit, eating out of necessity is another thing I have little experience in."

"Well I'm just saying you're looking a little sweaty there. But no worries, whatever works for you."

Barnabas leaned against his cart, watching the log splitting. "I'm Barnabas by the way. Seller of rare goods. Currently trying out the water business." He glances at his nails, trying to figure out how to phrase the next question. "So...You don't eat normally? Wherever you come from? Well, cooking is one of the great skills, nothing gets a person in a more cheerful mood than making them a great meal. Where do you come from anywho? You're not like the other elves I've seen around."

He paused in his chopping, looked back to the cart and back to the dwarf.

"I'm from Arda, far from here. I am quite different from the elves you are accustomed to. And I ate quite often, but it was out of desire rather than necessity. Cooking wasn't a strength, so I was assigned to duties elsewhere."

He gave both individuals another glance, then cocked his head again. "Is it your duty to provide water for the town?"

"Duty? Nope, but the secret to good business is seeing a need and filling it. The key to being a great buisnessdwarf is to know what people need before they do. Been seeing a bunch of rifters acting a bit weird, running around all manic. And I see you, dripping with sweat, not drinking any water, and I think to myself, 'Here is a need that I can fill.'"

Barnabas takes a bottle and opens it, taking a swig. "And here we are. Now, I dunno if you've ever sweated before, but you sure are now. And if you sweat like that and don't drink? You're gonna have some problems. Do they have deserts where you're from? Big, hot, sandy places, pitiless sun?"

At the dwarf's mention of sweat, he becomes even more aware of the sticky wetness clinging to his body. It was more than a little uncomfortable, but he didn't want to pause in his chopping. He felt a desire to be moving, like he was a well of energy that was on the precipice of over following, although he did feel a touch warm. Perhaps the cool weather was starting to lessen.

"I have little experience with those climates. There was one area that was as you described, but no one went there willingly. Although, I did go there once."

"And while you were there, did you sweat like you are now? Or maybe see the results of other people who were sweating and didn't drink any water?"

Barnabas tosses the empty bottle back and forth between his hands. "Don't mean to be all...intrusive, but to be honest, it looks like some things are happening that you didn't expect. And well, you can either try to ignore the new events and get blindsided, or prepare for them."

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