"I'll see to it at once m'lady." he said softly, giving a graceful bow as if he were an actor thanking an audience. Without a second thought he grabbed two buckets and took them to the river, gathering plenty of water and taking in the picture perfect beauty of nature for a few moments. He couldnt help but think how nice it looked compared to the crowded streets of his home town Florence. Still even in lands as majestic as these there were times when he desired the sound of crowds and the food of italy, if only for a few moments<br/><br/>Shrugging he picked up a bucket in each hand and made his way back toward Amber's hut. Though his form was small and effeminate the way he carried the heavy buckets also told of unseen strength in his body, creating an interesting contrast between what people saw and what the reality of his body was capable of.<br/><br/>It was a short walk back but when he arrived he made sure to chop some fresh wood for the makeshift hearth, perhaps more then he needed, and then struck flint and steel till the fire would light. Once done he hung the buckets over the fire and let them warm as he sat down, waiting patiently for Amber to return. In the mean time he let his fingers draw in the soot, it was nothing special nor beautiful, just a simple pictogram where he would start with a circle and then drawn whatever shapes he wanted within it. The process could take hours but it was a great way to focus the mind when alone.