"A raft really is good enough," said the helpless mercenary as he saw Lex putting in unnecessary effort and energy in designing the vessel they would use to cross the liquid.
"You really don't need to do all this."
"Trust me bro," said Lex as he moulded hardwood under his arms as if it was clay. "Where I'm from, it's all about the arks. You're going to be saving a bunch of people and crossing a body of water? Then you gotta go with an ark for a design. It's like giving up free good luck if you don't."
"Luck is just a derivative law of Karma, and I'm not so sure it has anything to do with vessel design," the mercenary said reluctantly.
"Don't worry about it. I'm the one putting in the extra work, so why are you so stressed?" Lex asked.
As he ran his hand over the wood, shaping it into the outer frame of the ark, he was also imbuing it with various techniques, preparing it for the final outcome.
