CLICK! Jack cut a carrot with his knife, dropping the pieces into a boiling pot as he stared at Lydia standing beside the carriage.
"Lord Arad is powerful, isn't he?" One of the elvish women said with a smile as she cut some meat, putting it in the pot after Jack.
"You saw him. Decide for yourself," Jack waved his hand, glaring back at the two elvish men, "Where are the logs I asked for? Do you know much it will take to dry them?"
"Samanta can dry wood quickly. Don't press us," One of the men growled, back, swinging his wood axe at a tree, chopping some branches.
"He's right," Samanta the elf replied with a pained smile, "Let them work at their own pace,"
Jack shook his head, "No, can do," He glared at the two elvish men. "Get it chopped now. I don't care how, get it done,"
"No way! We can't," The two men cried, and Jack stood, "You high and mighty elves, show me what can you do. Chop it down, don't complain, and work harder."
