Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-27550231-20161012014725

A small pile of wood chips lay at my lap and the block of wood now takes the shape of everyone's favorite Cheshire cat sans the mountains of paperwork she seems to enjoy having around her. The carving is almost a spitting image of the diligent office worker. Finally pleased with my work I store it into on of my many pouches and slowly meander through the forrest to the dead tree spirit and make a quick sketch of it.

"Alas you would have lived longer were it not for your poor life choices. But don't worry bud I'll make sure that you live on."

The sketchbook closes with a snap and is tucked away and replaced with a serrated knife. I plunge it into it's wooden body and cut out several blocks all roughly the same size.