"Honestly, Chop-Chop. What youth would break their back from raising an ax 10 inch off the ground?"

"It can't be helped. One of the school boys borrowed my small hatchet and hasn't returned it. I had no choice but to use my grandfather's."

"... Darling. It's a Double-edge Battle Axe for Paladins."

"My grandfather was once a member of the Royal Polish Hussars--Auugh!"

Frederic Chopin.

The young Composer was the second child and only son in his family. 

So it was his responsibility to keep the Chopin Family Parlour (a boarding house for boys) in tip top shape. Some of his responsibilities include making the beds for the school tenants, preparing meals on a daily basis, clearing the shelves and tables of dust, and the occasional Polish tea and biscuits.

Often times, it would also mean chopping firewood with an old war axe.

"You know, Chop-Chop. Instead of using manual labour to apply this sticky muscle ointment on your back, I could use my magic. It's cleaner, hygienic, and - I have no doubt it will make you feel very, very good♥."

"Pass."

"G-gegh!? D-don't just shrug off a Maiden's offer like that! So rude!"

"I prefer to do things by my own hands... I-I don't feel comfortable asking for charity... I know I don't have the strength to return the favor. Ggaaugh!"

"You're too honest. See this lump in your back? I'm no sexy nurse, but I can tell you've got a slipped disc in between the 5th and 6th Lumbar column!"

"Uuugh. I-it's alright, Penny. I feel better now. I-I need to hurry in cutting up the rest of the logs. I think it's going to be -28 degrees tonight."

"Dear Chop-Chop, you should have chosen the Fighter Class. Not the Bard."

"... I honestly don't know a word you're saying, Penny. Guugg!"

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