The elven sorceress offered the goodly one a smile.  "I've got some trcks to help there.  We just need to reach the tree."<br/>When they did so, Arithmaya found a relatively bare patch.<br/>To the human she asked, "I missed your name earlier, my good man.  Could you please clear this area of grass and twigs while the rest of us gather tinder?"<br/>Her eyes went to the halfbreed.  It crossed her mind to wonder how many unacknowledged relations like her she might have.  "I haven't gotten your name yet either.  I'm Arithmaya.  We need to find tinder.  It's okay if the tinder is a bit wet, I can work around that."<br/>The sorcererss went to work herself on gathering tinder--finding dead bark and twigs.  When they had a good bit of it, she sat on a root over the cleared area and shredded the tinder into finer bits.  As she worked, she chanted softly, puffing on the wooden shreds with magincaly augmented breath to encourage them to dry.<br/>Preparing a shlted pile of tinder, the elf took a slender, dry twing, held it up to her lips, and blew it a kiss.  It lit like a candle in response.<br/>Using this too light the pile of tinder, she worked too feed the flames and build them higher.