The shift in the energy is noted, and Skellig also notices the...is that the water, changing shapes? He manages to keep his glances nonchalant, as he motions for each of the men to step forward in order, bend their knees, flex their arms.

"This one here is missing a finger," he points out idly, before making eye contact with the man, who clearly has seen his share of laboring. "It would not effect your ability to work a plow, though. You may speak."

"No, it would not," he man says quickly, with a firm shake of his head. "I am fully able to work."

"Good," Skellig nods, then calls back to Kreyu. "He would be fine. Next, come here..." as he works his way down the line.