Quil's sharp eyes shifted from admiring the drow to the dwarven ship. The wreck, he noted was actually an airship and not a sea faring vessel. The hull was intact in most parts but the breach just beneath the top deck was probably what caused it to crash. He squinted his eyes, trying to make out from where he was standing the [url=http://i.imgur.com/PcCscFq.png]emblem[/url] that was painted on the hull. The paint was faded but it was still visible. It looked familiar but Quil couldn't quite place where he had seen it before. Dismissing the thought for the meantime, he turned his attention to where he was going. He was at the hull breach's edge when he heard the Drow's commanding voice.

"No, I do not think that this ship ran aground by coincidence," he commented as his eyes fell on the hole opposite the one he came in from. "Something shot it out of the sky from the way its damages look. Of course, I can always be wrong," he said before turning away to do as she commanded. He did, after all, promised to do as she said.

Gathering firewood was an easy task as there was plenty lying round. It took Quil only several minutes to have enough firewood gathered and pull the small supply boat to where the wreck was.