“Well then you tell me what it was, this is your native land, is it not?” Handy said. “I saw what I saw, swooped down as I was trying to light the fire…” He continued, setting himself upright on his rock and taking off his helmet. Tanismore lowered his sword and looked out at the night sky. As if trying to find the bird Handy had referred to while he reaffixed his gauntlets. “Anyway, I’m out of matches, you have a go lighting the fire.” He said.