He had continued walking, observing the smoky village, "poor faeries never had a chance...." he thought to himself. He stopped at the sound of Gael's voice. Her mentioning of food had gotten to him as he stood there holding his belly, "Fine idea, meet me 300 yards north of the ruined village with three elks."<br/><br/>Asterian then began walking north, holding a small fire in his hand for light as he walked through the darkened and eerie forest. As he strolled on, the clanking of his armor started to bother him, "damn armor" he thought, slowly melting his chestpiece off. Immediately after melting his chestpiece off he began gathering small pieces of wood and branches. Each larger branch he held on his shoulder and piled them upwards about two or so feet high.<br/><br/>As he approached the meeting point, he noticed a small patch of land that was clear and open. He sat in a spot closer to the forest and threw the wood down with slight force. He placed his hands out in front of himself and a small circle of rock forms. He quickly began piling the wood in the circle in the most efficient way possible.<br/><br/>Finally, Asterian lit the fire with a small flick of fire in his hand that he had used for light just a bit ago when searching for the campsite.