Abraham has not been social. He's not been around the others as much as he should be. He's exploring. There is a job to be done and he intends to do it. But as things start to change he has to wonder if there is something more... mystical going on. A book enchantment? Is that what they are here to clean up? It boggles the mind, honestly.

At the moment he can be found, resting in fiction, axe propped up beside him near a shelf, his feet bent over roots of a tree in a garden or fest that has sprouted up. In truth he looks like he fits here, though his Russian WWII uniform is slightly off color to a woodsmen, he still looks as if he could chop wood with the best of them.

The man sits there for a break, writing down words in his paper journal. It looks as if it's half filled and he's still working on it. If one was to peek they might see a sentence like:

It truly boggles the mind to find earth and forests among trees. To reach out and grace finger tips over bark and realize just how real it all feels. And here I thought my life could get no stranger. I know I've said that before in these pages, but today just underlines the statement. I--

He paused, not moving, just staring, stiff like tin for the moment, though really he was just deep in thought. Emotions started to flair more lately. And that in itself was weird.

If anyone bothered him at this moment, it would take him a moment to snap out of his thoughts.