The Encampment

We had just won whichever battle we'd been fighting and everyone who survived, which was the vast majority of us, was in a good mood. The most injured Adrastai had already been sent back to the Temple by caravan.

The Adrastai set up the big canvas tents and some hunted for firewood. It was starting to get dark and everyone was getting really hungry.

Then it started to rain a little and all the firewood got damp. The fires wouldn't light, and nobody could cook. Grumbling and cursing filled the air.

I was walking past a group of 3 or 4 Adrastai outside their tent. I had my white cloak wrapped tighty around me for warmth against the damp chill. They were using flints, rudimentary magick, and anything else they could think of to get their fire going, arguing slightly over the best way to accomplish their goal. When they saw me, their faces lit up with smiles.

They asked me for a little help. I sighed. Then I closed my eyes and bowed my head slightly. I Sent to everyone in camp to put the damp wood in and then stand back away from their firepits. Then I went inside myself briefly. Simultaneously, I lit all the fires in camp at once.

Everyone cheered.