France, September 23rd 1803
4:51 PM
Rosllyn tried to chop down the tree as much as he could. It wasn't that tiresome as Rosllyn initially though, however, it was also taking longer than he thought probably.
Still, Rosllyn didn't Rest, and tried to chop it down, using all the strength he had.
Lucius sighed. "How are you doing, Rosllyn?" he asked.
Rosllyn cleared his throat. "I'm doing fine! The only problem is that it's going to take longer than expected," he said.
Lucius nodded his head. "That's okay, our enemy can't bring out many more soldiers to get us. Besides, our comrades are holding the others back back there. Take as long as you need," he said.
Rosllyn simply gave Lucius a slight nod before continuing on his work. The tree was much more resistant than he initially thought.