Cely nodded her head and tagged along, following Krystal the whole way.  As they arrived at the wood cutter's house, they found him in the same way they had found the elf the day before, busily chopping wood out in front.  Though he had taken off his shirt to work.  Despite his older age, the man was ripped as hell, his old hairy chest probably able to break the wood without the need of the axe, and he was absolutely drenched in sweat.  For her part, Cely just looked on as if that was a normal thing, that an older man was half exposed and utterly hard abed before her.