It was all happening so fast. More and more arrivals on this starlit field, and then a woman who seemed injured, but didn't show any signs of being wounded. Wordlessly, she walked over to a few nearby trees and pulled out her axe. A War Axe like this was unsuited to gathering wood, but luckily one of the trees was near death, and would chop (and burn) easily. With a few well placed swings, the tree fell, and a few more swings granted Dawn enough wood to begin a fire.<br/><br/>Placing her shield on the ground and putting her axe away, Dawn managed to carry enough of the dead wood over to the gathered group. She had a firestarter in her bag, and she used it to strike the kindling. "It won't last long without some extra, better fuel." She said. "So if anybody gives a damn, go get some. Or I will." She said, heading off to grab her shield and a little extra wood-this time choosing fallen branches from living trees.<br/><br/>"Might as well introduce ourselves. The name's Dawn. Dawn Stormcleaver." She shook her head. "We should rest her for the night, then in the morning, take the woman to the nearest village. I can probably cut us another stick for the litter. Probably use my cloak, too."