No, it isn't Maine's wood except in that possession was nine-tenths of the law and Nida had no intention of fighting over the last tenth. Especially as he did this as a communal service. Chopped for his house and for the inn some. Every now and then he'd put an extra armload in unused houses in case of situations like this.

"Over here," he said, though it was a bit obvious with the large fireplace crackling merrily along. Once he hit the immediate area by it Nida unloaded his arms and slowly started stacking his cord of wood close enough to use, far enough that a spark wouldn't case a problem.

"Sort of think it's only right to help out with warmth here, you know?"