There were no shovels but they did have a sword, and there were no picks, but some did have axes. This pointless manual labor, even when performed by B-class and above individuals, could not be compared to the capabilities of the mages.
They had propped up the vines roof to ensure stability. They did this with ice, earth, they did it with anything they could use. Furthermore, they also propped up the tunnel that Balin was helping to dig with his plants and did some digging themselves.
With the multitude of fruits of many varieties available, fatigue was almost none existent. The plants that Balin grew could ease one's heart and rest one's mind. With a clear head and a refreshed body, the knights could give it all each and every day.
Of course, though the food was delightful, some squad captains still could not bring themselves to be at peace.
I think this chapter didn't turn out all that well, I was trying my best to make it make sense but it hadn't so there were some revisions that slowed down the process. Yet, I'll have to let tomorrow's Pwnzer take the rein before my mom threatens to cut off the wifi.
Edit: tomorrow's pwn, the chapter was ok. I couldn't make any drastic changes. I just ended up making it more dramatic :/
~Thanks for reading, and good night.