Roriath Davith wiped his brow and wished that the rain that the clouds held above him would just release already. He motioned for someone else to take his place and sat down on the ground near where the other man had been waiting. 'At least the crops are almost finished.' He hated that he was reliant on the King's Druidess for the crops to grow in time for them not to starve, but he figured that there could be worse things going on in the world. Davith's mind allowed itself to wander as he took a few swigs of water from a canteen that was passed his way.
"You're gonna pass out if you keep working like that." Markus said to him. Markus was his best friend, and smiled as he took the canteen for refilling.
"Somebody needs to set the right example for the rest."
