Dawn upon them, the strong morning sun shinng into Valon's eyes, waking him up. He opened his eyes just in time to see the contour of one of his companions, Setheran, drop down from a tree. [i]"About that time again..?"[/i] He thought and felt a great yawn come over him, no use fighting it. After stretching for a second or two he sat up, grabbed his staff and poked it into what remained of the fire. Only a few small black pieces of charcoal remained. And he wanted a warm breakfast. He could get up and search for firewood, but that would take time and it would probably be wet anyway... Cold breakfast? No! He was a wizard damnit, he could command a whole legion of kitchen appliances to make him a feast worthy of a king, or at least he had read a spell about it once...

With a grunt he closed his eyes and tried to concentrate. There was a flame-spell that would solve his problem perfectly. He could focus it through his staff and just put the fire down where he wanted it, and then cook breakfast. How did that thing go again? Aah, right.
He opened his eyes again and gave each of his companions a look, just to check that they weren't doodling with the fireplace. Youngsters, they probably didn't appreciate a warm breakfast yet, they could live on stale bread and water... Aah, to be young and stupid again. 
He muttered the spell under his breath and gathered the energy in the hand holding the staff. Now all he needed to do was lead it down the length of the wood...