Simple work as this allowed the mind to wander quite far and wide. Though with a limited amount of experience, Tythiss’ version of far and wide was hardly worldwide. Though he did have dreams, as simple as they were.

A simple life of the land where his labors benefitted himself the most and perhaps the community next. Land ownership. A family, though that was very unlikely. Tythiss could easily just settle for a group of acquaintances and friends. His social interactions thus far had simply been work-related. He was happy enough for it, truth be told. As he excelled at his labors and found most of his enjoyment in them.

His thoughts returned to the present as he approached the lumber mill and the drop-off for his load of timber. He drew the skid cart along the staked spot. Tythiss dropped the roped handles used to pull the load, he turned and looked at his work coming alongside the stakes. He noted that he was a little far away and moved to correct his error. Grasping the side of the cart, he dug his feet into the mud as his powerful legs slid the cart sideways. A little less than a meter, he dragged the cart sideways until it ran abut the marked area.

The big croc walked to the front and pulled out of a basket there two wedges and a mallet. Then circling to the side opposite the unloading area, Tythiss drove the wedges between the skid and the ground to tilt the cart. It was then a simple task of untying the rope that bound the logs and they would roll off the cart much easier.

As expected, when the knot was released, the logs began to tumble into the holding area of the mill. Once the timber had stopped rolling about Tythiss climbed into the cart and began to heave the few remaining logs off the cart. It was only a short time before he had completed the task and set about preparing the cart for another run.

“Hey! Scaled!”

Tythiss looked up as he worked and saw a fellow scaled, though this one was the operator of the mill and thusly thought he was better than his brethren in the same caste. It also seems that the mill manager was addressing the gator. So Tythiss stood and looked at him as the manager moved a bit closer.

“I need you to stop and help me load the logs onto the mill.” The manager informed Tythiss. The gator shook his head.

“Not your crew.” He reminded the manager. It was true though he was assigned under felling today not milling.

“What was that, scaler?” a different voice called. This voice dripped with entitlement. Soon enough the croc saw why. Claw caste, most likely the owner of the mill. He walked up behind his scaler manager who puffed with pride, emboldened by proxy to his higher caste employer.

“Not milling. Felling.” Tythiss informed them. Straightening his posture a bit more now that this situation had changed from dealing with a peer to dealing with a superior clawling.

“Is that so?” The Clawling replied, the rhetorical nature was not lost on Tythiss, so the croc waited to be informed why it was not so.