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[hallabackdir]

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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[fineriftercrafts]

"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."