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Post by Cobblestone Road (R.I P) on Aug 11, 2015 21:20:10 GMT
Cobblestone Road hefted her cart over another root, rattling the tools (and weapons) inside. She paused to check her map, wiping a bit of sweat from her brow with a foreleg. Building houses and streets required stones, and no member of the Road family would take low quality stones if there was any alternative at all. Her great-great-grandfather had supposedly rented a forge to heat up a ruined shipment of material until he could forge them into new, flawless stone quaders. Now that it was her turn, traveling two hours into the wild to a natural quarry was nothing compared to that; a welcome break from routine and chance to work her muscles.
She put away the map again, looking around and adjusting the harness around her shoulders. It was made so that she could unhook it from the cart in an instant, leaving her almost at full mobility and with a light armour-ish net of elastic bark around her shoulders and barrel. If she read the landmarks right, the quarry should be just a few more minutes to the northwest, across the meadow and a bit into the shade of the sub-arctic forest.
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