"Very well, I'll get a fire going in the meanwhile. Besides, boiling hot water has<em>other uses</em>as well." He smiled coldly, and then looked at the man. "Though I think I could warm his toes with a bath of acid instead. Burning is so quick, afterall." His tone was very cold and cruel. Valen wasn't kidding either. He knew all too well how dangerous elements could be. He had burnt his fingers as an appretncie a few times, and had become very grateful for the helpful touch of clerics living near back then.<br/><br/>Reaching up to take some wood to burn, he raised his hand and chanted a few words. "Flames of Hell now blaze with hatred, we'll soon send forth souls of the lost and the damned." He smiled coldly at the goblin and the man, the flames rushing out from his fingers to burn the wood, and the bits of material used to setting up the fire. He would normally have just used common means for something like this, but by her gesture, he figured that intimidating them with magic was part of her strategy.<br/><br/>That spent the last of his spells for the day though, other than the cantrips and his conjuration school's little trick with acid darts. Turning to face the goblin and the man, he brushed his chin. "Though... Sharille? Do you think the drowess that owns this place could make off money advertising a rarity, some 'green pussy' for sale for a limited time?" Smirking back at the halfling his tone was serious but he winked at her in passing.<br/><br/>"If she isn't any more help to us anyway, if she<em>really</em>doesn't know anything more, I'd like to get out<em>more</em>from my deal with the Fae of Winter Court."