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Zelenin would almost seem a natural at the first steps of the process, her way with a blade akin to any professional hunter carving at their prey. "Excellent work," he muttered softly, keeping his voice quiet so as not to spook her or mess up her procedure; the skinning of an animal is a delicate process, and one that could not afford disturbances. Yet still, he could not help but afford her compliments, as it seemed he was probably not needed here advising her. But, the worst was yet to come. "Alright, this next part is going to get tricky, so bare with me." With this, he set the skinning knife down on the side of the slab, letting it rest as he took out his longsword. Hovering the sharp edge of the blade over the rabbit's legs, he gently pressed down just above the knees, before lifting the hilt up and cutting down quick, slicing the feet off completely. He nodded to Zelenin, letting her do the same, before continuing on, moving his blade up the body towards the neck.

"Now, here comes the trick; the system should recognise that the process at this point, but if you cut here incorrectly, it'll simply burst the creature into bubbles as it would normally. Simply aim carefully, and chop cleanly." With that, he swiftly struck down, slicing through the bone and muscle of the rabbit's neck and beheading it completely. The body seemed to remain, no bubbles forming from it's remains; it was free to carve at as he saw fit. He kept a close eye on Zelenin once again, this time making sure she had the right angle and speed with her cut so that she wouldn't lose her kill. Once they had both completed those steps, it was onto removing the skin completely. First, the legs needed to be removed, which was done carefully, the Shaman moving his hands down to the seams of the skin and peeling away at them, turning them inside out around the legs and popping the limbs out from underneath, before carefully removing them with his hands and setting them aside.

Dorian lifted his head, finally replying to the Assassin's earlier question, quickly nodding his head in response. "It usually is up to the hunter; most stick to the meat and nothing else. But, given my connection to the spiritual world, you are no doubt unsurprised that I prefer to use everything the creature has to offer. We'll keep the skin for later, perhaps a Tailor will take them off our hands." With this, he began the next step, gripping his hands under the skin and around the shoulders of the rabbit. With his other hand tugging at the skin around the legs, he slowly pulled the two pieces apart, peeling the skin off completely, almost like removing an article of clothing. Eventually, they came off of one another, the Shaman setting the sleeve-like pelt to one side and resetting the body in the middle of his slab of wood. "Now comes the fun part; we need to remove it's inner organs, what we call paunching, or gutting."

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What was this stirring in the small of her belly? Pride? Was she actually pleased to hear that she was doing well in her part to dissect a virtual rabbit? Her eyes flickered across the naked and pale body in her hands. It certainly felt real, as would its innards, she assumed. While she may have adjusted to some parts of this world, there were still some occurrences like these where she found it hard to believe that she was not in a video game, but a world that nearly mimicked the real world, or old world as some called it. What a strange world…

She quieted her mind as Dorian moved onto the next step. This one required that they severe the feet of their respective rabbits. Zelenin watched intently as Dorian exchanged his skinning knife for his longsword, and pressed the blade against the crook of the rabbit's long, furred feet. With a low crunch, bone and sinew were sliced clean through, and the feet completely removed from their body. Seeing the feet there reminded her of those people who kept rabbit feet as lucky charms. Zelenin could never understand the point of doing so; the rabbit was clearly unlucky to have had its feet and life taken away. Why would it be any luckier for the wearer?

Zelenin lightly shook her hands clean before reaching for her own sword. Employing as much care as her mentor, the Russian lined her blade up against the neatly arranged hind feet. Her shitty anime sword did a poor job of cutting through, so she definitely felt those small bones. She placed her palms down on the sword, like one would a chopping knife. There was a bit of resistance for a moment, but then the blade went straight through, and thunked against her wooded board. Triumphantly, she pushed the feet to one side, next to her skinning knife.

The next phase would provide more of a challenge. They were going to turn the little rabbits into Headless Horsemen. If she could cut off the feet without feeling squeamish, then she could remove its head. It was as simple as that. She sucked in a deep breath as she studied Dorian in his performance of the gruesome task. There was a surprising lack of blood -- from where she was standing, anyway. The rabbit had not flinched at all, either. It was virtually dead right now.

Once again, she mimicked the actions of her instructor. As expected, the neck offered more resistance than the feet, but she did not pause this time. Zelenin applied pressure to the neck until she felt it splinter in two. The head hung on by a few strings of flesh and sinew, before toppling over onto the ground, where its unfocused eyes bore into hers. That was easier than expected. She might have felt different if the rabbit were awake and aware, however.

From there, they went on to free the legs from the fur, which was as easy as A B C. It was almost like they were undressing the little critters. She tugged at the fur clinging to the body in desperation. The inside of the fur was pink with flesh and spotted with blood, which would not be difficult to clean later. She nodded in agreement when he mentioned his use for the animals. "Da. I intend to do as much, myself." With a sharp tug, she completely stripped the rabbit nude. "I don’t know about fun, but I can't imagine it is anymore gruesome than beheading." In her school days, dissection was one of the labs many other girls found distasteful. Zelenin was not fond of it either, but she had to do what needed to be done.

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Dorian nodded throughout the process, making sure to check on Zelenin between steps to ensure she was doing alright; so far, he had no reason to worry. Despite her previous trepidation over the matter of skinning and gutting an animal, her demeanour was evidence that she was willing to learn, and willing to participate; it was always refreshing to find a student who was eager and yet calm when it came to following a mentor. Finally, their brief conversation continued, a smile gracing the young Shaman's visage at her agreement with his ideals over the use of the animals body. "'Tis good to hear; and I'm sure it will give the rabbit a bit of peace." He emitted a nervous chuckle, looking back down at the creature laid bare upon his slab of wood; perhaps now was not the time for humour. "Mmm, I wouldn't be so sure; beheading is quick, quite easy once you get the hang of it... But disembowling?" Shaking his head lightly, he released a heavy sigh before continuing. "Gutting never gets easier. Or less gruesome."

Alas, the procedure had to be done; such was the life of an 'out in the field' chef, as it were. Taking up the skinning knife once more, he moved to the fleshy, skinless body of the Frenmic Rabbit that he had so far prepared, rolling his neck to remove the knots in the muscles that had formed from staring down at his makeshift workbench for too long. "First things first, we need to make another incision; just like the one with the skin, we cut over the belly..." As he spoke, he placed the tip of his blade on one end of the belly, slowly cutting it in and sliding it horizontally across it's stomach and up to where it's chest would be. "Be careful with this, you don't want to pierce the intestines; I can't tell you the mess that would make," he glanced up at Zelenin, nodding his head to emphasise his point, as well to signal for her to do as he had done with her own catch. Hopefully she would take heed of his advice; cleaning up the burst contents of a creature's entrails was never good for the soul... or one's clothes.

Once they had both done it, he moved back to his own once more, setting aside the knife again, only this time preparing to use his hands. "Now, what you want to do here, is slip inside the gash, and weave your way up to the ribs; there, you can grab the intestines and give them one firm tug." To demonstrate, he wove his fingers between the sides of the flesh that lined the cut he had just made, gliding his hand in with a slight squelch from the light layer of blood inside the rabbit's body; once his whole hand was in, he climbed his way up to the ribs, using his digits to grip onto the intestines from there. "You should... be able to pull them out with... one firm tug." Yanking his arm back, he swiftly scooped out the collection of intestines from the rabbit's stomach, laying them out on the opposite side of the wooden slab. "If you can salvage the liver as well, that's always a nice part to keep for later when we actually start cooking."

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Zelenin gave a light shrug of her shoulders. "I imagine it will be akin to dissecting a lab animal, but I could be wrong." The biggest thing she had dissected was a preserved lab rat, and not a freshly killed rabbit. She honestly could not say how she would react, so Dorian had a point there. There may be blood, and there would definitely be an unpleasant smell or two. "Time to begin the desensitization process." It sounded like a joke in her head, but her voice was flat and expressionless.

She picked up her now footless and headless rabbit, trying to ignore how its body sagged and flopped in her hands. It felt odder to arrange it in a fashion similar to those biology labs. The key differences here were that she was not in a sterile environment, and lacked tacks to pin the corpse to her board. She supposed her hand would suffice. This was how they made do out in the wild, right?

With her skinning knife, she made an incision similar to Dorian's. She had to press down hard enough to pierce the skin, but not so much that she also punctured the organs. Her tongue curled against her cheek as she concentrated. She almost thought her knife went in too far when it met with resistance, but a careful pull told her that the obstacle was merely a taut tag of flesh. When she was done, she had a mostly straight line. There was a crooked jag from the point of resistance, but everything else looked to be in good order.

That familiar sensation of face whitening overcame her at her next order. Sticking her hands into a still warm body and pulling out the guts was not her idea of fun. Still, she could not back down. A pair of latex gloves would have been nice, though… A slender hand, topped with delicate fingers, curiously prodded its way into the rabbit carcass. Her fingers moved deftly against a set of tiny ribs, and jerked in alarm when they caressed a fleshy, feebly pulsing mass. Was it somehow living, despite its head being removed? No. That was impossible.

Her hand slid beneath the protective layer of bone, and around the slippery and warm mass of internal organs. For a brief moment, her eyes flash golden and the blonde locks atop her head were disturbed. The tips of wolf ears peeked out through her hair, almost sprouting to attention as she yanked her hand free, entrails and blood spilling onto the board in front of her. And like that, the ears flattened and receded beneath her hairline. The mass of intestines fell into a heap in the far left corner of her board. The stench of half- digested food and feces made her nostrils twitch in disgust. There was a layer of blood on her hand that would be difficult to wash off.

She held back the bile forming her throat, and ignored the specks of blood clinging to her cheek and arm. That bloodied hand returned to the scene of the crime, groping around for the organs she had encountered earlier. Taking more care than she had with the intestines, Zelenin soon had the left side of her board streaked with blood and gore. The liver was deposited away from the innards, slick with blood. The lungs and heart she left alone, as she had no idea how to remove them without destroying something major. "Is it to your satisfaction?" She gestured from the gutted rabbit to the freshly obtained liver.

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Dorian finally distanced himself, at least for a brief moment, from his handiwork with his own rabbit, turning instead to look towards his 'student' - if his shoddy demonstrations could be considered teaching - as Zelenin asked whether she had done well. Looking over what she had done so far, the Shaman gave a solid nod of his head in approval. "You did well; the intestines are out of the way, and you managed to retrieve the liver..." He lifted his head up slightly, spotting the blood that had managed to cling up onto the Assassin's cheek. "Despite the bloodshed, you seem to be handling yourself." Releasing a chuckle under his breath, he reached into his inventory, retrieving a bit of cloth he had managed to accrue from his days of Adventuring; a simple item, not really worth much or useful for anything. Except, of course, for Dorian to lean over and gently brush the fabric against Zelenin's cheek, removing the blood that had sustained itself there and leaving her with mostly cleaned skin in it's place. "Apologies if that was rude of me, but our hands aren't in the best of positions to clean; it shouldn't be too bloody from here on out."

With that said, he moved on to swiftly dig back into his own carcass, quickly retrieving the liver and setting it aside as the Assassin had done. "Alright, now for the lungs and heart; in order to get to them, we need to first cut through the diaphragm..." Leaning over once again, he gestured within the rabbit's body towards the area beneath the ribs that was mostly muscle. "That right there, if you didn't know already; though knowing how well you've been doing, I don't think I have to explain." He gave a confident smile, bowing his head respectfully before taking up his skinning knife as before. Moving into the carcass, he began making a long incision, cutting through the diaphragm with the blade until it gave way. Without the protection of muscle, the lungs and heart began to all but spill out from their previous location; all it took was a gentle tug and the set of organs was removed, Dorian setting them aside with the intestines to signify they would not be cooking them. "Easy enough?"

Moving to the rear end, the Shaman continued working, cutting delicately away at the slabs of fat that made up the rabbit's posterior. "This area is basically just fat... And I don't know about you, but that doesn't really sound appetising to me." On the pile the 'bottom' went, slightly weighing down his slab of wood on one side. With the tip of his skinning knife, he then made two cuts against it, forming a 'V'-like shape where the tail once was within the creature's body; it was here that the Shaman went into the process of removing any droppings that were still within the body, brushing them off with a disgusted squint into the grass off the edge of his work slab. "Not my favourite part of cooking, but it must be done." Setting his knife down once again, he turned to watch Zelenin repeat his steps, keeping vigilant in case he needed to help her with any of the procedures. They were almost up to the more enjoyable part of the day; just one more leg of the journey.

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Zelenin flinched. It was hardly intentional, but more a result of pure instinct. She did not care to be touched by men, less so those that she barely knew. Dorian was no exception to the rule, but at least she did not immediately go on the offensive. Had he been any of the men she knew during her upbringing, or the type of man that expressed a great deal of bravado and reeked of drink, she would have slapped his hand away. Alternatively, seized him by the wrist and twisted it until he whimpered and begged for release. Instead, she chose to endure the cheek wiping, as if it were her mother or sister performing the ministrations. She averted her eyes, gone cool as the Siberian winter. "Senno ecto gammat." Her tone was stern, but the term not so much so. She was quoting from a movie that shared her discontent, in an attempt to not wholly disturb Dorian.

Moving on from the mishap, she eyed the corpse spread out before Dorian. So that was the trick. They got to play doctor or mortician, and slice through the little bodies even more. Zelenin absentmindedly twirled her skinning knife around in her hands as she watched Dorian work. She wondered if this got any easier the more you did it. It certainly was time consuming… And messy, of course. All to discard them with the intestines. Zelenin thought that the heart may at least be edible, but she could understand tossing out the lungs. "Da. Like drowning puppies in barrel." Or was that fish? But you could not drown a fish… that was preposterous.

Knowing how to proceed now, Zelenin went about slicing her rabbit through the chest. Its little ribs felt very fragile beneath her fingers, and even the diaphragm offered little resistance. Was this a sign that she was becoming better acquainted with her tools? Or were rabbits just the beginning? Beneath the incision, the lungs and heart sagged somewhat to the side. With a little encouragement from her fingers, the deflated organs and still heart were persuaded to come out of their shell. Zelenin moved the useless organs atop the pile of entrails, and cleaned her bloodied hand on a patch of grass beside her.

One corner of her mouth turned up, revealing an unnaturally sharp canine. The only time she wanted a little fat was if it were on the dimpled bottom of a woman, or contained within her breast. "Da, da," she stated, watching Dorian slice off the buttocks. That smile and the golden tint in her eyes faded as fecal matter was extracted from its rump. That was definitely not her fetish. She was not thrilled at all about this step, but like all the others, it had to be done. A little poop would not hinder her.

She wrinkled her nose in disgust as the remaining feces were excavated from the bowels of the rabbit. This one had evidently raided a farm somewhere. She could see streaks of orange in its droppings. Carrots, or something else? "This is the one part I could do without." Blood and gore was not as foul as this. "But it is done."

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It was clear that Dorian's efforts to clean off the blood were making the Assassin quite uncomfortable, her gentle yet stern words of discontent clearly indicating she was not one to enjoy the touch. Refraining from asking of her what he assumed was a touchy and personal subject, he merely bowed his head in a solemn droop along his neck, releasing a soft sigh before apologising once more. "You have my sincerest apology for that... I did not realise I would make you uncomfortable." Gently nodding his head, Dorian slipped back to where he had been working; with the rabbit now empty of organs and other undesirable pieces for the cooking process, the Shaman deemed it ready. Setting the blade of the skinning knife down on the wooden slab, he lifted his head up slightly, glancing around the nearby vicinity in order to find somewhere with water, a small stream or a pond perhaps. Lowering back down, he glanced across to Zelenin; she had managed to replicate his procedure rather aptly, to which he could not help but smile.

"Just one last thing to do before we start cooking, but first we need to wash off all the blood." He lifted his arm, directing it out towards the nearby stream that flowed down a small hill, not far off from where they were seated. Grabbing the wooden slab that held his rabbit, and all the other bits and pieces from it, he slowly stood up, gracefully placing his feet down to sturdy himself. Waiting patiently, he watched carefully as the Assassin would stand as well, before turning to head towards the stream, not waiting for her to follow, as he assumed she would. The stream itself was a serene and beautiful looking item within the Flower Grove; the water cool to the touch and flowing constantly down it's designated path - no doubt there was a reservoir or a lake at the end of it, collecting all the water. Moving up to it, the Shaman knelt down beside the running water, setting his wooden bench down beside him. "Here we are... Just a little cleanse."

He began with the rabbit itself, grabbing it's flimsy, emptied carcass and lightly dipping it into the water, moving it around in his hands and delicately scrubbing off any excess fluids and chunks that had been left behind during the gutting process. Once the meat was clean, he removed it from the water, shaking it a few times above the grass to dry it somewhat, and then quickly set it back down on top of the wooden slab. Next, he took the liver, an easier piece to clean, merely sticking it into the water and swirling it back and forth a few times until the water had taken away the blood. "Last but not least, we'll want to clean off the intestines, heart and lungs; we might not be using them to cook, but if we're going to find a use for them or trade them to someone else who can, it'd be appreciated if they were clean." As such, he began removing each organ, one by one, and separately dunking them into the water; the intestines were the most difficult, as one slip of the wrist and they'd be pulled away by the current, to be found later floating amongst the lake water at the bottom of the stream.

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This next step was definitely something she could do, on top of being one of the cleanest. All they had to do was thoroughly wash the rabbit. Zelenin glanced down at her bloodied hands. Those too, she supposed. It would be the first time the blood of a freshly killed animal stained her mitts. Now, human blood, on the other hand… As a former streetfighter, she had gotten more than her fair share of bodily fluids onto her knuckles and fingers. Sometimes it was her own, but other times it was that of a drunk or a delinquent. She never felt bad about those times, as the men and boys had it coming. It was a little different killing a rabbit, though she could not say she felt complete remorse.

It was a monster.

She held back the strong urge to wipe her hands clean on her armor. That was what she usually did when the sticky substance clung to her skin -- assuming it was her blood, anyway. When it belonged to another person, Zelenin would use his own shirt to clean her skin, much like a triumphant swordsman wiping the filth from his blade. She ignored the red fluid as she pushed the intestines and organs closer to the center of her board. Dorian had taken his, so he figured he guts and internal organs actually held some use. Come to think of it… Hadn't they used the intestines of sheep and lambs as condoms? Lambskin condoms still existed to this day, too. Zelenin stared doubtfully at the rabbit intestines. Maybe if you were a dwarf…

The Assassin knelt down beside the gently bubbling stream. It was oddly serene; there were even a few adult deer timidly drinking further down. The birds were filling the air with song, as well. The sound of light splashing from Dorian disturbed the otherwise peaceful atmosphere, causing the deer to stare and carefully edge further down, though the birds hardly changed their pace. Those that could fly often felt safe from harm.

Zelenin dunked her headless and scooped cleaned rabbit into the water. It was a bit like washing blood from her undergarments, minus the cleaning agents. Her fingers moved deftly across the now cool flesh. Small tufts of fur and bloody, unidentifiable chunks appeared briefly over water, before sinking to the riverbed below. There sure was a bit to clean. Store bought meat did not require so much, as they were treated and washed before being sent to market. The liver was obviously an easy clean, as there were no hidden nooks and crannies.

After fully cleansing the consumables, Zelenin moved on to the heart, intestines and lungs. "Fair enough… but what purpose would the intestines serve? Other than small condoms for Asiatic dwarves?" The intestines felt slimy in water. Zelenin imagined this is what tentacles felt like, albeit firmer. It was an unpleasant sensation, and she was glad to be done with the task. Conversely, the heart and lungs gave her little trouble.

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Blinking a few times, the Shaman stared at the Assassin for a moment as he heard her words; in all this time he had spent in the world, it hadn't occurred to him that condoms might be an important product to look into. After all, he hadn't heard of them existing, and they were an important part of keeping oneself healthy. Nonetheless, he shook his head, gesturing towards the intestines as he gently pulled them from the water. "You'd be surprised just how much a good craftsman can get out of rabbit intestines. Off the top of my head though, you'd probably be looking at Animal Trainers for buyers; offal always makes good food for pets such as dogs or cats... Polar bears even." He chuckled as he thought back to one of his new guild members, before returning to the task at hand. "If all else fails, they can always be added to compost piles for the Lander farmers."

Once everything had been sufficiently cleaned off, it was time to separate the main body of the rabbit into the pieces that Zelenin would eventually start cooking with. "Just need this bad boy one last time," he muttered to himself, grabbing the skinning knife and hovering it over the meaty parts of the carcass. Positioning his slab of wood on a flat piece of grass, he readied himself, nodding to the Assassin to make sure she was ready and watching. With his first chop, Dorian cut away the hind legs, removing them from the main part of the rabbit, before cutting down the middle of the two, making the first two sections. Keeping himself concentrated, the Shaman let Zelenin simply watch him; this was a rather simple procedure, compared to what they had just done, so it was easy enough to show rather than tell.

Moving towards the middle of the rabbit, what was known as 'the saddle', Dorian cut just below the rib-cage, cutting over the top of the saddle to remove the front legs from it and set it aside as piece number three. "Just one more cut here, and then we're pretty much done with preparations." Excited to get Zelenin started on the actual cooking, the Shaman swiftly made the cut down the middle of the front legs and torso, splitting them down the spleen and separating them into two sections as well. With that, all five pieces of the rabbit were ready. Setting down the skinning knife, Dorian turned to Zelenin and nodded his approval of how they both had done. "You've done excellently for your first skinning, so now we can get onto the more enjoyable part; I'll let you do most of the cooking, if you don't mind. Two rabbits shouldn't be too difficult for you to handle, surely?" He crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his head marginally to one side as he awaited her response.

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So that was it. Only an animal or monster would eat the junk bits of a corpse. She made a mental note to track down a few Animal Trainers later. If she could establish some sort of steady trade, that would be wonderful. And was there not a recipe for pet food? That would definitely be a useful recipe to know, though her level was too low to benefit anyone other than fellow scrubs. Slowly, she was learning the ways of trade in this world. Compost piles interested her less, however. There was no money to be gained from that, as far as she could tell.

Her eyes followed Dorian as he acquired the skinning knife. What was there left to remove, really? She nodded back at him regardless. He was the master here. The Assassin gave a mental Oh as the Shaman removed the hind legs. Fair enough. And then he cut the legs in half. So this was the life of a butcher…

She folded her arms across her chest, eyes now aimed higher up on the rabbit. There went the front legs, and then the body itself was split in two. It looked unpleasant, but she was not going to balk now. Silently, the woman thoroughly worked on dismembering her own rabbit. Removing the legs was perhaps the easiest part. Cutting up the main body? Not as much. Tiny flecks of blood and tissue speckled the air as she forced the body apart. With eyes narrowed to avoid the gunk splattering in her eyes, Zelenin wiped her face clean with the back of her arm. It was gross, but at least that part was finally behind her. Now they could get started on cooking…

"It should be doable." If only she felt as confident as she sounded. "I have a few essential tools." Things like firewood, a kettle, a spit for roasting, utensils, and a packet of herbs. She could definitely start a fire. "What would be a good spot to set up a small cooking fire?" Definitely not stalling.

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Dorian nodded his head slowly as he heard the Assassin speak, her voice giving off an air of bravado that the Shaman wasn't sure she actually had; alas, he admired her dedication to her work. "Good, you'll need essentials; nothing too fancy though. At your low level, don't worry about making it too over the top. Just work with what you have. True mastery comes from knowing your limits and working with, and often times around them." Before speaking further, he glanced down at the two slabs of wood they had both been working on, with the pieces of their rabbits set apart, waiting to be utilised. Grabbing a hold of his own, he shuffled over towards Zelenin, and began gently transferring his larger rabbit pieces onto her slab of wood, keeping it relatively organised so that the level one Frenmic Rabbit ingredients were on one side, and the more advanced level five ingredients were on the other. "There we are; you can start with the basic level one ingredients first, and then once you get the hang of things you can challenge yourself with the rest. That should help you ease into things."

Stopping briefly, he set down his empty slab of wood on the ground, as he turned to answer the Assassin's following question. "Hmm, well..." Muttering a few words to indicate that he had heard, he made to glance around the area. The Grove was a beautiful sight to look at, but in terms of the general terrain, it was a much more unstable and hill-filled region. Furthermore, the lack of caring given to the gardens of the Grove meant that the vegetation and flowers had overgrown, spreading out into a thick, almost-jungle like area. Luckily, they had found themselves in a much more serene section, the tree nearby seemingly taking most of the space here and so creating a gentle, flat area to work with; perhaps that is what had drawn them here in the first place. "We aren't going to get any better than right where we are standing; bring out whatever tools you have that you think you'll need, and I can help you set them up here."

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