Arad dropped the massive long, and the miller approached with his mouth still open, "How heavy is that thing? You can carry that?"
"I'm decently strong and a bit big." Arad tapped the log, "It is hard, but nothing I can't handle."
The miller scratched the back of his head. He had never seen a man as large as Arad was, but he was standing in front of him now. "Usually, I would weigh the log right away and pay you. But, I can't move that, even with two bulls, it won't move a finger."
He looked at the mill, "This is my sawmill, we call it the west mill. As you can see, it's covered up, and I can't push this whole thing inside from the wide side as I usually do with logs." He walked with Arad around the mill and pointed at the back.
