'Good eyes', Falorre remarked, approaching the clearing Brenna pointed out, 'a fire sounds good, but I don't think we'll need a torch to get it started; help me gather some kindling'...<br/><br/>After the two had rolled out their bedrolls and laid out some suitable kindling Falorre dug through her backpack for her fire striker and flint, and had a good fire burning within a few minutes. 'I suppose you're right about the meat spoiling, why don't you cook some up for us; I've never been very good at handling food', she says while throwing off her duster and untying her sash, laying her rapier beside her bedroll. While waiting she drew out a small wooden box from her pack, revealing within it six small, steel throwing knives, and began to throw them in a steady rhythm into the trunk of a nearby tree, displaying great agility as they each struck very close to one another.<br/><br/>Knife throwing was a game she used to pass the time when she was bored, but she had originally taken it up several years ago as an innocuous way to help develop her aim with her magic without actually revealing her powers to superstitious common folk. After lazily throwing a second volley into the tree, she stood up and pried each knife out of the bark, holding them all in one hand as she yawned and stretched. She set the knives down on her bedroll for the moment and turned to Brenna; 'Meat done yet?'<br/><br/>