Nikolas turned his head sharply to face the Lore Master when she spoke, expressing her disappointment in them all. He watched her use magic to light the fireplace, causing a roaring fire to begin adding warmth to the chilled room.<br/><br/>Had he been at home would he have lit a fire? Maybe. But would it have been his first thought? No. He spent the majority of his time on the move and wood for fires was few and far between. If you were cold, you layered up and huddled for warmth, or if you were truly desperate you did some work to get the blood pumping.<br/><br/>She couldn't be disappointed in something that wasn't the go to answer. There were after all other ways of staying warm without having to burn things. And wouldn't lighting the fire have been considered helping the others as they all would have benefited from it?<br/><br/>He hoped this wasn't going to become a regular occurrence where they would all have to comply to the same way of doing things, regardless of their own cultures and beliefs. He had not signed up to forget everything that he was.