Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13431011-20170326014428/@comment-29611741-20170422140754

Charem heads northwest to chops down a tree with the Weedver's teeth. He holds his kukri knife menacingly as he lets go so it can bite off the bark and prepare the wood for use. He repeats this for a few more trees before grabbing the Weedver again.

Charem: So, that'll be enough for a hillside shelter, I believe. *lets the Weedver be free* Help me drag this up?