Viridan considered the idea. It wouldn't be too much effort to get some deadwood and drag it to the beach. That would be safe; there would be no risk of it spreading if it were on sand. And it might act as a signal beacon. “We . . . .” he paused. Normally, giving away their position would be a dangerous thing. Everypony knew fires were visible for quite some distance, both from the smoke during the day and from the flames during the night. Downwind, the scent carried even further, and would alert any enemy that they were there. But they weren't supposed to be hidden. They had a message to deliver, and a fire might get attention. “I think we should.” He tilted his head down towards the sand. “Right here. Anypony would be able to see it, maybe from the island to the south, or another big city-ship. Or pegasi.” He glanced up at the dusky sky. “It might attract them.”