Curufn smiled. Trunks seemed a little reticent to speak of his mother, and that was okay. Everybody on the train had things they tended to refrain from talking about.

"Nope, it won't kill either of us, I'm sure." He shifted the burden of the lumber to a slightly more comfortable balance on his shoulders, and then he looked down the street.

"There's the carpenter's guild up ahead. I think they want the timber stacked outside around the back, for now."