72nd Zi'da, arc 716
Brynjar woke from his deep slumber, his eyes snapping open and revealed the roof above him. He laid there for a moment, the sun was yet to rise and the air outside of the covers of his bed was cold. The dark room seemed so uninviting, yet it was time to get to work, like always he had a long day ahead of him. He pushed himself out of bed and took up his clothes that laid by his bed. The cold air biting at his exposed flesh before they were quickly covered by his shirt and breeches. The remainders of a loaf of bread sat stale on the table. He eyed it from the edge of his bed where he was now donning his boots. Once dressed he stood and walked to the table taking up the bread and taring it in two, he whistled and lowered one half to his waist. He heard the clatter of claws before he felt the bread get tugged from his hand by his dog. He looked down holding his bread in his mouth as he petted the dog. "Hello Gyorn." He said through his bread filled mouth. He walked to his door taking up his coat and pulling it over him even while he finished the last part of the dry and tough bread. "Time to get to work." he murmured as he opened the door.
He stepped out into the cold morning air, his breath was visible in the light that had finally been granted access to the morning sky. He stretched as he walked across the small yard in front of his house and towards the barn where he stores his work equipment. He looked over to the field where the cows had been roaming, they all seemed okay, but it was about time that he started storing them in the Barn over night. Cylus was coming and he needed to make sure his source of money were as healthy as possible to survive it. He had strategically placed the feeding container and the water container next to the barn. The water container was still relatively full, he had no need to refill that, but the food was needing topping up. These cows sure did eat a lot, he wondered if he fed them too much. He dismissed the idea for now, if they began to look too fat then he would cut down the amount that was given.
He went into the barn and picked up two buckets that lay besides the pile of feed in their respected sacks they had come in. He took the bucket over to an open sack and reached inside, he pulled backwards and the feed fell out into the bucket below. Once they were both filled in this manner he carried them outside and emptied them into the feed container. He looked at its contents. "One more bucket, I think." He said to himself and his dog that was following him back and forth for the time being. He retrieved the final bucket of feed and poured it into the container, the cows had already noticed him and appeared to be heading over to get some breakfast. They walked slowly over towards him and he leaned against the fence for a moment of respite, this was only the beginning of the day, there was still much to do. He revisited his thought about feed, he knew they ate a lot of grass as well, so the food was just to help keep their diets more balanced. Snorri had told him that. "If you want your animal to produce good yield then you have to feed them right." He repeated his mentors words to himself smiling at the fond memories he had of the man. Two of the cows now had their heads lowered and were eating from the container and Bryn pushed himself from the fence.
Respite over he prepared the barn for milking the cows. Today was a milking day, and he would have to transport that milk to the town as soon as he was finished to avoid it going off. He was lacking suitable storage containers for the milk, he noted in his head to buy new containers besides the buckets soon. He walked into the barn and first swept the floor moving any dirt or straw that lay in the way. He took the stool and placed it in the centre of the area and placed a bucket next to it ready. He stepped back out of the barn rope in hand ready to bring one of his cows to be milked he looked to the nearest one. He smiled as he created a round loop for the cow's neck from the rope, tying it with a simple knot. He readied it and tested it would not fall free on its own. He stepped forward back out of the barn into the open cold air. He shivered slightly as he pulled his coat closer.
Brynjar woke from his deep slumber, his eyes snapping open and revealed the roof above him. He laid there for a moment, the sun was yet to rise and the air outside of the covers of his bed was cold. The dark room seemed so uninviting, yet it was time to get to work, like always he had a long day ahead of him. He pushed himself out of bed and took up his clothes that laid by his bed. The cold air biting at his exposed flesh before they were quickly covered by his shirt and breeches. The remainders of a loaf of bread sat stale on the table. He eyed it from the edge of his bed where he was now donning his boots. Once dressed he stood and walked to the table taking up the bread and taring it in two, he whistled and lowered one half to his waist. He heard the clatter of claws before he felt the bread get tugged from his hand by his dog. He looked down holding his bread in his mouth as he petted the dog. "Hello Gyorn." He said through his bread filled mouth. He walked to his door taking up his coat and pulling it over him even while he finished the last part of the dry and tough bread. "Time to get to work." he murmured as he opened the door.
He stepped out into the cold morning air, his breath was visible in the light that had finally been granted access to the morning sky. He stretched as he walked across the small yard in front of his house and towards the barn where he stores his work equipment. He looked over to the field where the cows had been roaming, they all seemed okay, but it was about time that he started storing them in the Barn over night. Cylus was coming and he needed to make sure his source of money were as healthy as possible to survive it. He had strategically placed the feeding container and the water container next to the barn. The water container was still relatively full, he had no need to refill that, but the food was needing topping up. These cows sure did eat a lot, he wondered if he fed them too much. He dismissed the idea for now, if they began to look too fat then he would cut down the amount that was given.
He went into the barn and picked up two buckets that lay besides the pile of feed in their respected sacks they had come in. He took the bucket over to an open sack and reached inside, he pulled backwards and the feed fell out into the bucket below. Once they were both filled in this manner he carried them outside and emptied them into the feed container. He looked at its contents. "One more bucket, I think." He said to himself and his dog that was following him back and forth for the time being. He retrieved the final bucket of feed and poured it into the container, the cows had already noticed him and appeared to be heading over to get some breakfast. They walked slowly over towards him and he leaned against the fence for a moment of respite, this was only the beginning of the day, there was still much to do. He revisited his thought about feed, he knew they ate a lot of grass as well, so the food was just to help keep their diets more balanced. Snorri had told him that. "If you want your animal to produce good yield then you have to feed them right." He repeated his mentors words to himself smiling at the fond memories he had of the man. Two of the cows now had their heads lowered and were eating from the container and Bryn pushed himself from the fence.
Respite over he prepared the barn for milking the cows. Today was a milking day, and he would have to transport that milk to the town as soon as he was finished to avoid it going off. He was lacking suitable storage containers for the milk, he noted in his head to buy new containers besides the buckets soon. He walked into the barn and first swept the floor moving any dirt or straw that lay in the way. He took the stool and placed it in the centre of the area and placed a bucket next to it ready. He stepped back out of the barn rope in hand ready to bring one of his cows to be milked he looked to the nearest one. He smiled as he created a round loop for the cow's neck from the rope, tying it with a simple knot. He readied it and tested it would not fall free on its own. He stepped forward back out of the barn into the open cold air. He shivered slightly as he pulled his coat closer.
Deductions
1x stool 5GN
1x Hemp Rope (50ft) 1GN
1x Hemp Rope (50ft) 1GN
