Blackeye
Not the strongest win the battle —
Was it blinding? He had horns a moment ago, didn't he? "I don't know how long this forest will stand, so I'm cutting down as many trees as I can. I'll either use them for building or make coal out of them. It also doesn't hurt if I have some wood left over." Says Darkeye and is no longer sure of his own eyes. And again, the trees begin to echo the conversation and, like silent mail, the messages in the distance become less and less accurate, resulting in a more macabre wordplay.
He starts again to cut down a tree and it is apparently not the first because on his way already four more lay. Which no longer move or talk. The other trees around have taken the distance. "I don't know how much more your cart can take, but I'd be grateful if you'd let me borrow it when you're done because I'm going to have to cut down a lot more trees. " says Darkeye with a smile in his voice. He pauses briefly to take another sip.
He starts again to cut down a tree and it is apparently not the first because on his way already four more lay. Which no longer move or talk. The other trees around have taken the distance. "I don't know how much more your cart can take, but I'd be grateful if you'd let me borrow it when you're done because I'm going to have to cut down a lot more trees. " says Darkeye with a smile in his voice. He pauses briefly to take another sip.
— the smartest do
