Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141107033353/@comment-11457306-20141112034358

Conall was about beaten himself. He left Kazra with her head lying on her arms and picked up the pieces of the broken chair and piled them in the fireplace, then lit them with a very basic flame spell, which was all the magic he knew. Then he scouted the room for other things to burn--buckets, old wooden plates, more rotting chairs and a broken table. Soon he had a fairly decent blaze going. They would need more wood, but snow sodden wood from outside would need help to get started.