The streets were typical, but the farther he pressed onward the more he could see them in disarray. Eventually, he came upon a few people working a little way from the docks. They were unloading cement and wood while others hammered away fixing street posts.
The people grunted as the slung heavy bags over their shoulders. Some pushed wheel barrels hastily down a half-constructed street. In the distance, closer to the docks, a building stood with scaffolding hugging its side. Workers scurried up and down it, fixing it bit by bit.
He approached one of them and asked, “Excuse me, what’s going on here?”
The man plopped a bag from his cart onto the shoulders of a burly man who took it away. “We’re helping the lord with the reconstruction project. You want to help, you can find him closer to the docks.”
“Thanks for the information,” he replied, walking away toward the docks. He followed the stream of workers that were staggered down the street. Many of them hard at work with labored breath. The work was taxing but they smiled knowing a good day’s work would make the town a better place.
At the end of the walkway was the building surrounded by scaffolding. Amongst the small crowd of workers was the lord in charge, who turned as if knowing someone new had arrived.
“I am Reign Valystasia. If you are here to help, we could use it,” he said with a proper tongue despite the rigors of his work, hammering in nails.
“Yes. I’ll help in whatever way I can,” Kazimir answered ready to roll up his sleeves and dig in.
A couple of men walked by exchanging nods with the lord and headed up the ladder. “We need help with construction and moving items from one location to the next. However, you may help with whatever needs to be done as there is a vast amount of work across the docks.”
Kazimir paused for a moment to look around the area. Taking in all the different ways people contributed before making his decision. One that should have been simple, but he took his time to contemplate it. The Lord waited patiently for his response.
“Alright, I think I’ll help move things around. Perhaps up and down the scaffolding.” It was a decision he made thinking it would give him the most exercise of all the choices and one where he may be able to use his magic as well. He had become keen on the mobility and supplemental uses of it recently.
“It’s settled then. Grab a sack and up you go,” The Lord added excitedly.
Kazimir threw the first bag over his shoulder from the wheel barrel and stared up at his destination.
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