[IRP] Return to the Dread Isle

[Alusq]

Find some fire. Raye's phrasing gave Renata a wistful reminder that they were alone on this island; in practically any other location, she would have held out hope for the chance of finding an errant pillar of smoke leading to a campfire with a group of weary travelers huddled around. With how used she'd gotten to begging and extortion in the past, it was practically free food.

Perhaps it was just as well. Neither Lennox nor Tiras would approve of such a method of survival, she imagined. At any rate, Lennox seemed to be wise when dealing with water: Renata felt a little better after electing to untie her hair and shed everything save her dress for the time being. Whatever happened on the ship with Lennox raised concern, especially after his nonchalant confirmation that he possessed a magical fire sword, but all Renata could do about it was give him a wide berth.

She didn't have to go far into the woods to find twigs of all shapes and sizes— in fact, the woods appeared so thick it seemed to be difficult to venture farther than a stone's throw in. There was a faint rustling on the other side of the thicket: wildlife? It hardly mattered; everyone in the group was likely too shaken to even think about hunting anything. The robotic task of collecting kindling was too comfortable to interrupt, and she soon had her arms full. A few rounds later, she'd made a nice little pile next to the firepit. It was just enough, hopefully.