full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun grinned at Aisha. "You're a fighter, not a craftsperson, apparently. That's alright. I might not be a warrior, but I can clear snow like a champion." With that, he double checked that the wagon hadn't been weakened by any of their efforts so far. Kneeling down, he laid his hands on the wheels again, once again strengthening the wagon.
Once that was done, the potter returned to shoveling snow into the waiting receptacle. Once it was full, he'd take up the arms of the wheelbarrow, grunting at the weight once more. Trudging outside the training ground, he'd dump the weight again, and as many times as necessary before the area was cleared.
Amun strengthened the wheelbarrow with his upgrade and then cleared the snow from the frounds.
Once that was done, the potter returned to shoveling snow into the waiting receptacle. Once it was full, he'd take up the arms of the wheelbarrow, grunting at the weight once more. Trudging outside the training ground, he'd dump the weight again, and as many times as necessary before the area was cleared.
Amun strengthened the wheelbarrow with his upgrade and then cleared the snow from the frounds.
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