Kitt watched as Talin dropped the cauldron down with a muffled clang. He dropped his bow and bag to the ground, along with his sheathed sword, and pulled off his cloak. With a quick glance over the large cauldron then back to Talin, he rolled up his sleeves and quickly stretched. "My father didn't train me much with physical strength in mind, but he still taught me the mistake of not limbering up first." He grinned weakly as he walked over to the cauldron and gripped the handle, tail flicking twice as he heaved on the dead weight.
Evellyn swooped down in a low spiral and landed on a nearby barrel with a shriek. The falcon watched curiously as Kitt struggled to lift the iron weight of the cauldron, preening her feathers in a bored way after a moment or two. With a click of her beak she fluttered down from the barrel and onto Kitt's bag, tucking her head under her wing as Kitt dropped the cauldron back to the ground.
"I can't... *huff*... lift it much higher than a... *huff* ...palm width off the ground." Kitt leaned heavily on the side of the cauldron, heaving in a couple of breaths after the exertion. With a huffed sigh he dropped to the ground and started on the fifty push-ups required, going at each one with unusual speed and ferocity, ignoring the burn in his arms that had started around the second attempt at lifting the cauldron.