Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140829030614/@comment-6006054-20140830183244

Dalon vaguely wondered if he should return to his pit. Once more sparks flew from the flint and steel, providing him with a second of slight warmth. Once more they failed to light the stick he had been carrying. Once more he wished snow did not make wood wet. Dalon glanced behind himself, disapprovingly noting the trail of footprints that he was leaving behind.