"The crew here is short," The clawling said, looking at his scaler subordinate. "Good, capable help is tough to come by."

The scaler manager could be seen wilting at his superior's words, then started to attempt to slink away to no avail, as the clawling stopped him with a warning.

"So," the claw caste continued. "You will be loading the logs into the mill to be split. You will do this until there are no more unsplit logs. After reconfiguring the mill, you will load the split logs to be planked."

The clawling walked up to the mill manager and took his face in his hand, forcing him to look into the clawling's eyes.

"If you break anything again, I will skin you and fashion…" his eyes looked away, letting the threat sink in most like. "A belt. Yes, I think you would make a fine belt." Tossing the scaler's face dismissively as he turned to leave.

Tythiss sighed and looked at the backlog of lumber in need of processing. The mill was short on personnel longer than just the day. The large gator moved to the skid cart he had just brought in. It was as good a place as any to start.

The Croc crouched and let one of the logs roll to his shoulders before he stood again. Then with careful plodding steps, he moved the lumber onto the saw guide. He pushed it up to the start of the mechanism that would catch the log and drag it into the saw. Well, it would if the scaler had engaged the water wheel.

Tythiss looked about for the manager. He probably scurried after the clawing for more bootlicking.