Before long, Feng has a fire pit dug and small fire burning, enough at least for tea, and perhaps a little cooking if anyone was so inclined. Wu was able to find a few pieces of dead wood, and along with contributions from Jiao, a neat little pile sits by the fire. Jiao starts to rummage through the packs, producing some supplies.  "A little food may be helpful." she said. "Both for us, and perhaps as an offering to the spirits."<br/><br/>Madame Shu sat cross legged, aparently taking the opportunity to meditate, or perhaps cultivate her own qi.