Summer, Day 61, 513 AV
Jervis took in the sun as he strolled through these so called bronze woods. He'd come to the woods in search of some decent wood to add to his supplies, maybe some stone if he found some interesting rocks. Ever perched on his left shoulder sat Izzil sunning himself drowsily with his eyes closed, though every once and a wile he'd stick his head up open an eye and take a look around.
Jervis had left his wagon near the edge of the wood, so he knew he would have to carry back anything he wanted. He figured one decent log should do him for a bit for wood, so he was just searching for a fallen tree of appropriate size but it was taking longer than he'd expected. He'd gotten out he just after sunrise and it was fast approaching noon by now.
Another half hour of walking and he finally hit pay dirt by the base of a small cliff. It appeared to him a pine tree must have grown to large for it's precarious perch at the edge and cause to collapse and fall. It was perfect for his purposes, He hoped it would provide him with 20 to 30 pounds of pine, but he wouldn't know for sure until he stripped the branches away.
Jervis placed Izzy on a nearby rock and tossed his cassock down beside it.
He set to work quickly using his isurian arm to shave off the branches and tossing them into a pile. He was determined to waste as little as possible, trying to follow the lessons about natural world he had been taught by Kevil, so he would strip the needles from those branches later and pile them into his rucksack. Jervis was finished with the simple task in a few minutes and decided to leave the bark on to save him getting covered in sap, in case this was a recent fall.
With a sigh of exhaustion Jervis leaned against the cliff and wiped the sweat from his brow. Though common pine was light and would serve him well for handles when dried, as well Jervis had learned a few techniques to strengthen the wood using metal wire.