George
As the saying goes, slow and steady wins the race. While George might not have been winning any races, he certainly managed to fill his barrel and, after closing it tightly lest he lose any of his precious cargo, he rolled it carefully back to where Hadama and Harper waited. They, too, had managed to fill their barrels, and now, it seemed, it was time to gather volcanic rock through which they would, presumably, filter the water.
George nodded his agreement and grabbed two bags, meandering his way along a well-worn path and keeping an eye out for volcanic rock. Every so often, he spotted a selection from which to choose, and he gathered up larger rocks in one bag and smaller rocks in another. Hopefully, he would find enough to fill his bags before making his way back to the two kings; it would be better not to return empty-handed.
George nodded his agreement and grabbed two bags, meandering his way along a well-worn path and keeping an eye out for volcanic rock. Every so often, he spotted a selection from which to choose, and he gathered up larger rocks in one bag and smaller rocks in another. Hopefully, he would find enough to fill his bags before making his way back to the two kings; it would be better not to return empty-handed.
