{{user}}, Nix, and Rory were staying at camp in the forest.

Rory: Sigh What a day… she said, stretching as she walked

Nix: Ey Ror’ you alright over there mate?

Rory: I’m fine, just gathering wood.

Nix: Wood huh? Did you fight a fire bear to get it? she said with curiosity you’re lookin’ rough.

Rory: Yeah about that… she looks over to the dead corpse of the tree monster she had slain, with her axe still being lodged in its head Sometimes when you chop wood… the wood chops back… it makes things “difficult”

Nix: Sounds to me like ya need a babysitter… for when the lumberjack life gets “difficult”. she said in a teasing manner

Rory: Chopping wood is an art form Nix… you wouldn’t understand.