"I dunno." Manji admits, holding out the baking tray and giving it a shake. "Couldn't find a real shovel and I only have so many swords in this place with no good weapon smith in town to fix 'em in I break or chip 'em." He grunts, slamming the tray back into the packed snow before dragging a bunch of it out onto the floor. That poor tray really isn't going to last very long.

He nods his head towards the glaive with appreciation. "Sure you want to be using that? Might dull it doing this sort of work."