Xiao Chen just spent the entire night translating all his blueprints into Orcish. He blinked his eyes a few times to ease the stinging pain in his eyes and hoping to somehow chase his drowsiness away. Staring at the bulk of scrolls that he still had to translate, he gritted his teeth. "Argh! When will this end? Me and my over excited brain."
He set aside the quill that he was using as his pen and closed the small container that holds the ink liquid. Stretching his fingers throughly as they make audible cracking sounds. "Ah... That feels great."
His fingers have been stiff all night long and their joints have been locking at some points when he was scribbling due to how long he has been writing. He even had to slam his palms straight on his table a few times to straighten his fingers whenever their joints locked and malfunction.
You were born to win, but to be a winner, you must plan to win, prepare to win, and expect to win.
Zig Ziglar