As he trailed further into the forest to find a suitable camping spot, Dimitri had partially lost himself in humming a small tune and wondering just what he was doing in the "real world" while hallucinating. It was only when he noticed the sounds around him, or rather the distinct lack of them. The hairs stood up on Dimitri's neck as he pulled off his bag and removed from it one stick and his fire flint. Working quickly while he still had a little sunlight left, Dimitri tore away part of his sleeve and wrapped it around the stick before striking the flint against his axe's head to ignite the cloth. It was risky to make a fire in an unfamiliar environment, however, without it Dimitri knew he'd be blind if he didn't set up camp soon. Shouldering his bag once more, Dimitri kept his axe in his left hand and raised the torch he made with his right before rearing back and driving the axe into a nearby tree, then ripping it out, "A little something the mark the way." Dimitri said to himself before moving on once more, stopping every few yards to repeat the action with his axe.