The... hard kind? Of work? [Not helping, David. He sighs, mutters something that sounds like oh, fine, under his breath, and closes his eyes. He taps two fingers against his temple again, and screws up his face in a grimace of concentration, and-]
[A loud bang. The chest bursts forth from the ground beneath them. David yelps and falls backward into the mud.]
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[A loud bang. The chest bursts forth from the ground beneath them. David yelps and falls backward into the mud.]