The thought of telling the mouthy woman to do it herself crossed his mind, though Gale knew in his heart that if he didn't do as asked Lea wouldn't discriminate either. Not to mention, he could cover more ground.<br/><br/>He returned with an armful of dry sticks and equally parched leaves. Atleast, he did so briefly, leaving and coming back several times fetching a more than adequate amount.<br/><br/>Upon setting the tinder ablaze, Gale went rigid. As if frozen in time, save for his lips, he rambled off gibberish. Wind whipped through the forest, dodging the trees and seeking the two, fueling the fire and encouraging it to spread across the foliage blocking the entrance without spreading to the rest of the forest.<br/><br/>When the smoke and fire finally cleared out the flora impeding their progress, Gale's mantra ceased. An alabaster door stood uncharred by the blaze that revealed it. It was also clear that the door would be opened into a set of stairs as the structure disappeared into the ground.