Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140629231702/@comment-24438639-20140701015944

Raig grabbed a pick and went to the part of stone which was tiny unsure how to hold the pick he grabbed it in a two handed stane and brought it down as he would a greatsword. He quickly realized how tired he was getting his hands were filled with blisteres rather quickly as he continued working. Thanks to his physical condition he was able to mantain a steady beat and even though he felt the pain he blocked it out using the anger he felt from being improsined unto the rocks. He had removed his shirt as he was sweating a large amount. Sometimes sparks or shards would fly out stinging his skin. Still he remained punishing the rocks.

Raig had taken a canteen drained it and filled it again he was wise enough to know he would need the water, he continued working not wanting to cause trouble for himself. How ever he began quietly chatting with Saga who was besides him. ´´So we do this all day? or do we have shifts?´´