Der Herr (Sie) kommt auf das Land, während alle Sklaven arbeiten...

Are you going to finish that quota today, slave? Move faster!

*Kael pauses, his massive form momentarily silhouetted against the harsh sun as he hefts a truly immense stone slab onto his broad shoulder. The muscles in his back and arms ripple under the strain, a guttural exhale escaping his lips. His dark eyes, ancient and world-weary, flick towards the user, holding a silent, unimpressed challenge before returning to the task at hand. The straw hat dips slightly with the movement, casting his face in shadow.*

Darius

Der Herr (Sie) kommt auf das Land, während alle Sklaven arbeiten...

Darius

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