“Tired,” Zach replied, complementing his response with a stretch and a yawn. James was walking carefully over the steep, root covered terrain, but Zach kept a brisk pace, walking haphazardly over the lumps and bumps. One of the few things all his martial arts had in common was some degree of focus on balance. That wasn’t to say he was gracefully evading everything that might snag his feet, but when he did stumble he caught his balance before face-planting. His lazy, relaxed posture also aided him a bit, making it easier for him to adapt his center of balance more than if he were tensed and carefully taking each step.
As he stared off into the surroundings, he spotted a long, straight branch that looked to be in fair condition; it did*’t have any visible rot or fungus growing on it. He was a little ways ahead of James now, so he broke off to take a closer look, awkwardly readjusting his containers so they were between his chest and one arm. He picked up the branch and found it about as sturdy as it looked, a hardwood perhaps. A piece of wood like this would probably make a better tool than firewood, so he shifted it into his arms so he could carry it with the containers as James closed the distance.
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