whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Loren grinned at Korbin's words. Now why would I possibly think that? Obviously the healer's words were just as teasing as the hunter's. As Noah approached, the Launceleyn gave the reindeer a smile and a nod as well.However, then they all turned to listen to Korbin give his instructions. Loren glanced at the three teamsters, then walked over to the older man with the mismatched horses. "Hey. I'm Loren. It's nice to meet you." Smiling the healer glanced at the gelding and the mare. "And you two, of course."
With that, the Launceleyn picked up the axe. Walking over to the nearest tree, he began swinging it with an easy strength and grace. It had been a while since he chopped down a tree, but his muscles soon remembered the motions.
Loren picks the older man with the mismatched horses and begins to chop trees the old fashioned way.
what goes, let go
LOREN
