The lumberjack leader's body was as fragile as it felt on the outside.
Gaunt, withered... any description would do.
The sharp wooden stakes were the product this group of lumberjacks had cut just moments ago.
Four to almost five meters in length, with the thickest part as wide as a frying pan lid, yet ending in a sharp point.
Lann didn't know why they cut the trees into this shape, but initially, all these lumberjacks placed their finished products by their feet.
They just didn't look threatening or aggressive, so Lann assumed it was some sort of special work requirement.
But now...
The rough, splinter-ridden stake pierced through the leader's vest from behind and came out through the chest.
This rough, uneven surface brought with it large amounts of blood and flesh, almost splattering everywhere.
The chest of the lumberjack leader was pierced directly, yet his expression remained wooden, as if he hadn't reacted at all.
He soon died as well.
