Before the strike of dawn, Jeffrey was up, as he was yesterday.
However, instead of tending to his fields, he tended to his equipment instead.
He donned a hooded black cloak over his grey leather tunic. His heavy boots made indents on the mud as he walked, it had rained last night, which made for quite the cozy sleep.
Jeffrey looked like an absolute bandit, not that he knew that.
Making his way to his equipment shed, he looked over his fields, all his livestock were killed yesterday so he had none left, and most of his fields were scorched, unable to produce grain ever again. He placed his gloved hands on the door handle and pushed the shed door open.
*Creak*
The wooden door creaked as Jeffrey opened it. Inside the small shed on a work table lay a scythe, a sickle, a shovel, a mattock, a hammer and a machete
All six of them deadly tools of death… and farming, mainly farming though.
Of course, these weren't the only pieces of equipment in the shed but these six were treasured possessions of Jeffrey, passed down directly from his father.
Jeffrey being a farmer dedicated to his craft, mastered all these weapons to perfection. It was only a matter of choosing the best suited weapons for the occasion.
Perhaps the hammer?
Or maybe the mattock?
Jeffrey had never fought such a large lizard before it was difficult to tell what kind of weapon would be effective.
With that being the case Jeffrey was stuck between choosing the mattock, hammer. All of them prime choices.
The mattock could puncture a hole through the lizard's scales and potentially harm it.
Whereas the hammer could fracture the scales and definitely cause some pain.
Though the shovel might be useful to chuck at the lizard.
With no clear distinction between the weapons, he might as well bring them all and see which one works best during the fight.
Bringing out a whetstone from beneath the work table Jeffrey started to sharpen and polish up his selected weapons. Well, mainly the mattock and the shovel. He had the most confidence in those two. Jeffrey just polished the hammer.
The rhythmic movement of sliding the bladed areas of his weapons on the whetstone was soothing. It brought Jeffrey into a deep, relaxed trance.
It was only until the sun had set that Jeffrey realised that he had been working in total darkness for a while, though Jeffrey could still rather well at night. No matter, he had his weapons all looking good as new and he only needed a couple more preparations 'till he left.
With the sun out, it was the perfect time to go looking for shrooms. Especially the hallucinogenic kind as lizards tended to have high resistance towards poison, so gathering poisonous shrooms would be useless.
Jeffrey's father had taught him the effects of certain shrooms from a young age. Jeffrey did not have a fun time when he unintentionally inhaled the spores of a hallucinogenic shroom and did some rather embarrassing things for a while.
As such, for precautionary measure, Jeffrey covered the entirety of his face with a breathable cloth which also filtered out some of the dust and debris in the air. Not that Jeffrey was looking to intentionally sniff some spores but just in case.
The cloth was black just like his outfit, truly fitting for a "normal" individual that Jeffrey himself is.