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Damn it.
Beren quickly rifled through the sticks and leaves he'd thrown in the stone circle they'd found when they arrived, but for the life of him couldn't find the steel he'd dropped as he attempted to light the fire. Already on his first day he'd screwed up and lost an important tool—at least it was his steel, so he'd be the one taking the inconvenience. Plopping onto his rear, he glanced over at Ana, who seemed to want to do the cooking instead. Feeling a little dejected, he realized it was probably for the best.
Might as well help where I can, though. She said to grab some dry wood—rubbing some of the wood he'd collected between his fingers, he realized he hadn't been exactly picky with his selections. Scattering the useless materials he'd collected from the circle, he rose to his feet.
"The stones are already in place, and it seemed to serve the previous owners well enough," he stated, responding to Ana and Elm's directions. "I'll go grab some better wood. I'm—" he scratched the back of his head awkwardly, the continued with a quieter tone. "I'm having some trouble lighting the fire."
Moving off towards Vriz had directed—Beren didn't mind getting a little scratched up—he called over to where Thora had taken respite. "Hey, Thora! Wanna come help me 'n' chat?"
Beren quickly rifled through the sticks and leaves he'd thrown in the stone circle they'd found when they arrived, but for the life of him couldn't find the steel he'd dropped as he attempted to light the fire. Already on his first day he'd screwed up and lost an important tool—at least it was his steel, so he'd be the one taking the inconvenience. Plopping onto his rear, he glanced over at Ana, who seemed to want to do the cooking instead. Feeling a little dejected, he realized it was probably for the best.
Might as well help where I can, though. She said to grab some dry wood—rubbing some of the wood he'd collected between his fingers, he realized he hadn't been exactly picky with his selections. Scattering the useless materials he'd collected from the circle, he rose to his feet.
"The stones are already in place, and it seemed to serve the previous owners well enough," he stated, responding to Ana and Elm's directions. "I'll go grab some better wood. I'm—" he scratched the back of his head awkwardly, the continued with a quieter tone. "I'm having some trouble lighting the fire."
Moving off towards Vriz had directed—Beren didn't mind getting a little scratched up—he called over to where Thora had taken respite. "Hey, Thora! Wanna come help me 'n' chat?"