In the middle of the night Johnathan the Great and a group of his men moved quietly across the border into Lenfald.
They encountered little resistance in the unpopulated area that they had chosen, the few they found were easily taken captive. Soon they came upon an area full of wood, ready to be harvested.
Soon the sounds of axes, rattling harnesses, voices raised in work songs, crackling torches, and falling trees filled the night.
John, "Soldier, the light is approaching! What is our progress?"
Soldier, "We have one big tree left sir!"
John, "Very good soldier! Have all the men ready to leave in half an hour."
Soldier, "Yes sir!"
As the first light of day hits the top of the trees, the last of Johns men and their wood crossed the border. Leaving a few ruts and wood chips for the Lenfel.
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Well Lenfel, what do you have to say?!
Smack or whatever, I want to hear it!
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