Solo Working in the Woodlands I

[Antar]

Antar lifted with his knees, keeping his back straight as he and another worker maneuvered a log about to be sawed into planks up onto two bolstered easels of pine.

It had been a few days since Antar returned to Sunberth. For a time, he had immersed himself in the grittier aspects of the city before he had returned to the old job of his at the Carver Bros. He had left their employment on good terms, when his past had come back to haunt him and he had been forced to leave the city. Now though, they had welcomed him back, like a fledgling bird coming back to roost in a nest.

He had been offered the same deal as before, only this time (as he was nearing competency in carving) did the brothers see if he might begin detailing a few carpentry projects for them due to the backlog of the orders from the reconstructive events that took place in Sunberth after a series of harsh disasters. 'When had sunberth ever not have a disaster? By his count, and the rumors on the streets the past six years more of the town's population needed to be replaced by the prodigious birth rate from the streetwalkers then any other decade before.

Then there was the manner of scum who arrived daily seeking to master their own depravities or use force to make their way. But such was the way the city recycled itself to keep things alive. One day, he'd hope that the city which constantly rebelled at any appearance of imposition to its' populace's freedom might actually wise up and realize it's lack of governance probably did more harm then good. But he doubted such things would ever change.

So here he was, in the Yard, with a bit of chalk and a knotted rope, making tiny marks upon the log where he and his fellow worker were going to use a two person bandsaw to cut the wood.