The fireplaces were made, but they were empty, barren, cold. At least the bard had learned enough to not light a fire prematurely, but he tilted a tired grin to Loren as he rubbed the sweat from his brow, smudging dirt across his face without realizing it. "It's a good start. I wouldn't leave you or them hanging like this, though. Cold fireplaces won't get too far."
While the others wrestled with furs and feathers, Jigano focused on his earth and creation magic, calling logs to hand for each fireplace, perfectly sized to each and already split. He could only manage the local trees, but pines and hardy firs still made for good fuel as he built the stacks that would be needed to keep them burning through Deepfrost. "These should last through until almost LongNight," he calculated, calling the estimate back to Loren. "Any of them left after that will probably fall apart, if what I've been seeing of my items from last season is any indication."
Once he was sure his people would be warm through most of the cold season to come, however, he would gather Isuma and stumble home, half-drunk from exhaustion and only his dragonshape making the journey to the portal survivable.
While the others wrestled with furs and feathers, Jigano focused on his earth and creation magic, calling logs to hand for each fireplace, perfectly sized to each and already split. He could only manage the local trees, but pines and hardy firs still made for good fuel as he built the stacks that would be needed to keep them burning through Deepfrost. "These should last through until almost LongNight," he calculated, calling the estimate back to Loren. "Any of them left after that will probably fall apart, if what I've been seeing of my items from last season is any indication."
Once he was sure his people would be warm through most of the cold season to come, however, he would gather Isuma and stumble home, half-drunk from exhaustion and only his dragonshape making the journey to the portal survivable.
