"Very true, Thornden. Well said. Lord Eodwine," Degas interrupted the man's work with a friendly hand on his shoulder. "there are times that a man must work alone and there are times that it is better for him to do so. But a time where a lord might throw his back out is a good one for him to notice we brawny lads and the amount of room for us to help out."
Eodwine paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. Without waiting for a response, Degas clapped him on the shoulder.
"Good man. Now let me help a wee bit and we'll have our dear Frodides out in no time at all."
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