Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150401175844/@comment-5543592-20150404181216

Dacian collected firewood, having a difficult time seeing. He constantly tripped over things and Arik could hear a string of well-phrased curses coming from the brush. He returned shortly with his pile of tinder, muttering something about bad mushrooms. He set it down in the middle of what he supposed was to be their camp, and blasted it using Ignite, turning the wood into a blaze.

He settled down on his rear near to the fire, leaned forward, and rested his elbows on his knees.

"Aren't you cold."

"Freezing." He muttered getting as close to the fire as possible. "I had to tear my robe so that Kay could get at the wounds that were underneath it." He shrugged. "It was bad.  Frankly, I'm a little surprised I didn't die."