[IRP] Return to the Dread Isle

[Andy]

Tiras arranged the wood in the firepit, building a little structure out of the wood that, he hoped, would support itself quite solidly while it burned. Fire was finicky with things like that, he'd found. When he was satisfied with it, he reached for the small, rough steel tray in one of his belt pouches. He pulled out both the tray, and the flint that went with it. He dragged the steel across the tray over the firepit. A rain of spark fell into the sticks and leaves. He dragged the flint again, and some of the sparks caught this time. The fire consumed the leaves at a rapid clip, but not rapidly enough that the larger sticks wouldn't catch.

The squire stood up, taking one of the sticks and lighting its end.

"I'm going to see if I can find any driftwood. I won't be long," he said.