Essi kneels under a tree, accepting its meagre shelter; it's not raining now, but it might later. And it'll probably frost tonight. He needs a fire.
He starts gathering wood together.
...He doesn't have a flint and steel with him. And he doesn't at all know how to use his fledgling mage-gift. But he'll try.
 
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