Weekly trip for wood

Gregg groaned as he awoke at dawn. He needed to get firewood for both his house and his shop. No one liked a cold house or shop. And he can sell some as torches to adventurers when he's really **** for money.

The rest of the people in the village just buy wood from the woodsman in town. But Gregg was very careful with his money. One day of missed work was better than spending that much gold every week. At least, in his opinion.

So Gregg started to head out into the woods with his trusty little cart. He wore his typical cloth attire, but he had sturdy gloves on and he had an axe in his cart.

He headed along, about 20 minutes into the woods to his favored clearing. It was the most even area to bring the cart in and out of.

But there was something different about today...