His idea was feasible, but only if they were able to get their hands on a bull or ox.
"Mm, then let's do it. Try and see if we can get a bull. Maybe two would be even better. Otherwise, we have no choice but to carry it ourselves," he nodded and gave a command. With that said, Gresvin did not linger long; he swiftly departed; he needed more rest.
Due to his injuries, he was still in a precarious situation, but the more he rested and healed, the faster he would get back into the groove and begin his daily routine.
The days blended together, and just like that, three days had already passed since the battle with the bandits ended.
The village had long since regained its cheery and joyful atmosphere. Laughter rang out from the houses and streets, and birds continued to sing their harmonies from their nests perched on the trees in the streets.