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Bronik had been job hunting all over Ne'haer for a few days now, visiting all of the major shipyards in the city, more often than not lucking out, and gaining a number of responses he had heard far too many times since he had begun his search. We don't need any more boat builders, try so and so down the road, and his new favourite, if only you had been here last season. Bronik had just about given up for the day when an old man approached him off the street and asked him what he could do as far as his building skills went."I've worked on a handful of small boats with my father, repairs mostly rather than building from scratch, but I've carved out my own canoes before and sold the odd dugout to fishermen along the coast," he said honestly.
After some discussion the man, who introduced himself only as Cameron, offered to show Bronik around his workshop which wasn't in a prime location along the shore, but instead set back further within the city. Bronik was pleased to see that the man was running no small operation and imagined that he was bound to get a bit of work if he could land a job here.
"Remove the bark from that log," Cameron pointed, "then we will see what you're capable of."
Free to use any of the tools he needed, Bronik selected one he knew was just right for stripping bark and began the task he thought to be far below his current strengths, still, he understood that if he wanted to prove his worth and land the job, he would have to do some of the hard work before he could get to the fun stuff. After an hour or so, the log had been completely stripped of bark on one side and Bronik stood sweeping the mess up with a broom, gathering the bark up into a pile with his bare hands to try and keep the workshop floor as tidy as possible.
