Lugaru was located on the outskirts of town in his working attire, leaning against his souped-up pick-up truck as he chewed on a lit cigar. He had one foot propped up on the back wheel, looking down, lost in thought. Whenever he had spare time, he merely thought about the things that had happened to him. He looked up with a miserable face when he saw another person approaching.<br/>"Lucien, it looks like we're having a full work day. Everyone is in the mood to log at full speed, and I was hoping you could join us." A man in woodcutter's attire approached, with features that gave away an age that was far younger than Lucien's actual age, but made him appear older than Lucien appeared to be. "Not today, Roric. I think I'll have a slow day today. If you guys need me, I'll be in my lodge." He then stood up on his own two feet, casting the lit cigar away from himself, getting into his truck with a loud clunk of the door, starting it up, and driving away.<br/>His lodge was made to look like a really huge wooden cabin. It had two stories, a balcony, and paved, clear glass windows. He got out of the truck, slowly walking to the other side of the front. He pulled his axe out of the stump located there, and grabbed a log bit. He shook his head, slowly raising the axe over his head. He inhaled, then grunted, bringing the axe down in one swift movement, cutting the small log in half. The halves fell off the stump from the impact, axe lodging itself into the stump. He pulled it out with a grunt, and took a deep breath followed by a sigh. He then walked over to pick up another log.