Campfire [Wrath]
It's getting chilly.
And there are bears. Sure, one of those bears is lying busted and beheaded on the ground over there, but that's an awfully huge corpse and it doubtless had relatives.
A certain one-armed young man in a bloodsoaked tunic, his mostly-cleaned sword and knife once more strapped to his side, has addressing this situation by tearing all the flammable material off the ruins of the food tables. Rather effortlessly, with his bare hand and an expression of annoyance. Soon they's a nice sizable pile. And he found a match to set on some kindlable grass.
The fire's pretty weak to start with. And Luc has just gotten a strange itch at the back of his neck.
And there are bears. Sure, one of those bears is lying busted and beheaded on the ground over there, but that's an awfully huge corpse and it doubtless had relatives.
A certain one-armed young man in a bloodsoaked tunic, his mostly-cleaned sword and knife once more strapped to his side, has addressing this situation by tearing all the flammable material off the ruins of the food tables. Rather effortlessly, with his bare hand and an expression of annoyance. Soon they's a nice sizable pile. And he found a match to set on some kindlable grass.
The fire's pretty weak to start with. And Luc has just gotten a strange itch at the back of his neck.