Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10906938-20140218020301/@comment-11457306-20140223223337

Some were arguing, some were pulling stuff from the river, including the bodies of the fallen. M'Nara ignored them all and knelt painfully to place the wood for the fire. Once she had enough for a starter she conjured a small flame spell in one hand and played the fire over the wet wood until it dried enough to catch. She pulled dried grass from the ground around her to encourage it. Shortly she had a satisfactory blaze going.

The warmth and light was heartening and she huddled close to it, drying herself and her borrowed cloak. Lying down on her side and pillowing her head on her arm, she dropped off to sleep easily, exhausted. Morning would be soon enough to begin salvaging. They needed light.