Of course, this meant there were a number of families left howling about stolen linens they had cleaned and a suspicious number of strange pits set at the base of trees surrounded by a circle of stones all along the way, but fuck it, safety first. Handy needed fire to prevent hypothermia, so he made do as best he could given his conditions, even if it meant he had to constantly keep it maintained some nights. One night, he lit his torch and willed it to point him in the direction of Lepidopolis, just to double check he was still in the right direction. Ohhhh, west, not as if he hadn't been going that direction anyway.