He gave up after a handful of hours, carefully disposing of the sludge in its own fire, downwind of the party and in a mostly dirt clearing. No telling what it actually was, but better safe than sorry. Done disposing of his own industrial waste sludge, he headed back for the camp, fully expecting to find it under attack from the green. Because Fate was evil that way. Plus, this close to Fae lands, a fairly young green from the sound of it, wouldn't be raiding a group clearly affiliated with a member of one of the Courts. Wheels within wheels within wheels, repeated until nauseous.