Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-One - You Can See The Forest Because the Trees Are Chopped Down

Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-One - You Can See The Forest Because the Trees Are Chopped Down

Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-One - You Can See The Forest Because the Trees Are Chopped Down

I asked around the Beaver for anyone interested in coming with us. In the end, Steve and Gordon both volunteered to stay aboard the ship, and Clive insisted that no amount of partying was more enjoyable than a few hours spent sleeping in his bunk.

So, with the lumberjacks leading the way, Amaryllis, Awen, Bastion and I carried a few platters and plates with us as we headed towards the lumber camp.

We didnt have that much interesting food, just a bit of salty meat and some bread and some meat in glass jars filled with yellowish vinegar. Bastion was carrying a heavy bag full of veggies, and Amaryllis had a box of nuts that rattled with every step.

Hey, Amaryllis? I asked as I skipped over a bit of rough ground. The area looked nice and hilly from afar, but in reality it was filled with pits and dips in the terrain, with large roots poking out of the ground to snare passing ankles and ruts just waiting for a careless foot to drop into them.

It was pretty obvious that the entire area had been a forest not so long ago. That... was kind of disheartening.

What? Amaryllis asked.

I couldnt tell if she was in a good mood or not. Why is so much of the food aboard the Beaver seed?

Amaryllis huffed. Seeds and nuts are a delicacy among us harpies. You ought to just enjoy them without complaint.

You have bird seed? I asked.

She puffed up. Theyre nuts!

I nodded. You really are.

It took a moment for the joke to register, but when it did, Amaryllis was quick to toss her box atop Bastions back so that she had free arms to swat me with.

I giggled as I moved on ahead and skipped over to the lumberjacks to be out of her reach.

Edmund served as my shield until Amaryllis calmed down a bit and returned to carrying her precious bird seed.Updated chapters at novelhall.com

Ive got to say, Captain, Edmund said. Your crew is mighty unique.

Thanks, I said. Theyre all my friends, and great people besides.

He smiled a bit through his beard. I see. You must live an interesting life, then, he said.

Thats how you find all the most interesting people. I said. Like you guys! How long have you been a lumberjack?

He chuckled. Hardly that interesting. Ive been a woodcutter my entire life, as far as I can reckon. Got the class from working with my da and started working the saw when I was a teen. Picked up the axe a bit later and just never stopped.

I nodded. Thats really neat, I said.

He grinned. Aye. I got my second class the natural way too, by felling half a woods all on my lonesome. Even the World knows that old Edmunds the best chopper around.

A natural class? I asked. Like... like getting your first class?

Aye, he agreed. Mighty uncommon. Most folk need to venture into a dungeon, but thats dangerous, and if it isnt dangerous, then its expensive. He gestured to his buddies. Most of these meatheads are stuck at ten.

Alright! I said. We reached the front, put our stuff on the counter there, then moved over to the biggest table in the room, one obviously made from a huge trunk cut lengthwise down its middle. I guess that they have plenty of guys around who know how to work with their wood, I said.

Bastion started to cough halfway through the motion of sitting down. Amaryllis had to pat him on the back. Its okay, she said. Youll get used to it.

It only took a minute of sitting around and chatting about nothing before more people started to fill the room. A pair of men rushed back towards the kitchens, and soon there was the sound of pots and pans banging together to fill the awkward silence.

We were getting a lot of stares, and I could see some of the younger guys ribbing each other and pointing our way. I guessed that there just werent all that many girls around a camp like this one.

Edmund left, then returned a bit later, looking like hed freshened up, and without his big jacket. He rolled up the sleeves of a cotton shirt, then pulled out a seat next to Bastions. We usually have a couple of lads going around serving everyone, he said.

Ah, did you want us to help with that? I asked.

What? Oh, no, of course not. Thats not a job for a guest. The folks over at this table get served first. Thats myself and a couple of the older lads usually, the foremen and the blacksmith, but with the big-wigs from Mattergrove here today... well, youll have better company than this old lumberjack, he said.

Nonsense, Bastion replied. Youve been nothing but cordial so far. So, what kind of wood do you source from here?

The boys were soon in a deep discussion about... hafts and handle woods, of all things. Bastion seemed very open. I guessed that maybe his job meant that he had to be quick about making friends too.

The room slowly filled with banter and laughter, a few pipes were lit up, giving the air a strange earthy scent, and someone lit up a fire in the hearth to one side. Candles were moved about, casting orange-red glows across every wooden wall, and I found myself relaxing into my seat.

A small group of people showed up from a staircase off near the back. They werent lumberjacks, that was immediately obvious. The woodcutters were all big hefty men, with beards and, in some cases, mighty fine chins. These new people were all a lot thinner, in suits that had little ascots and with a look about them that reminded me of some people who were camping for the first time.

It was probably rude to assume that they were all city people though, so when part of the group came to our table I greeted them with a nice big smile. Hello! I said.

There were only two aiming to sit at the big table. A bigger, older gentleman who reminded me a bit of Awens dad, only a smidge older, and a thirty-something man who was all bones, with a pair of spectacles perched at the end of a long nose.

They both paused on seeing us and looked across our little group with obvious, rising confusion and consternation.

My name is Broccoli, I said.

Ah, right, Edmund said as he interrupted his conversation with Bastion. These are sirs Sebastien Faleaf, and Geoffrey Hardnut. Distinguished officers from the East Mattergrove Company.

Geoffrey, the older of the two, pointed at us with a gnarled finger. Edmund, who are these harlots and where did you find them?

I saw Amaryllis passive, neutral expression turn into a beautiful smile, and I started to worry about Mister Geoffreys health.

Im Broccoli, I said before Amaryllis could fry anyone. Captain of the Beaver Cleaver. Our airship made an emergency landing just a little ways away.

Geoffrey huffed. You landed on company property? he asked.

I nodded. Yup. These are my friends, Bastion Coldfront, a Paladin and royal guard from Sylphfree, Princess Amaryllis Albatross from the Harpy Mountains, and thats Awen, Awen Bristlecone. I... actually, I dont know what her title would be.

Just Lady Bristlecone, Awen said. Um, I could become a countess one day, but thats not really important, I guess.

Geoffrey and Sebastien were looking a pinch pale. Sit, sit, I said. We brought some food from the Beaver to share!

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