A figment of the imagination

[cray]

[It had been a couple of days now since Cray's little incident with the tree, he had shut himself away from everybody for a while but he was out again today, and it seemed his somewhat odd behavior hadn't stopped.

Today, he could be seen running around the castle grounds holding a rather heavy barrel above his head. Normally, it would take two people to lift the thing, but Cray was a big fellow, towering over most people at 6'4 and with a broad physique to go with it. Occasionally he could be heard muttering the words "Pain is only in the head."

Someone with a military trained eye might recognize what he was doing, it was a form of training and punishment used often in the military. One of the last things Elenor Silverberg had said to him was "I'm going to have to train you all over again from scratch", and since she wasn't here, he had decided to do it alone. Lumping in all military training while he was at it.]

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[cray]

[He put his sleeve back and picked the barrel up again.]

"No. But if I had to do it, I'd do it. Like I did with my arm."

[belfar_agent]

Grr!! Y-You can't just do it!! How can you be so-- aughh!

[cray]

[No point in telling this one he can't 'just do something'! A lot of his greatest achievements were things he 'just did' when he needed to. Such as building a merchant empire that spanned two countries in less than five years.]

"If I have to I can..."