Vellia followed as the Shepherds made their way slowly down the road. They had lost one of their members, but she had been willing to join up in their ranks. When they stopped finally, a mage from among their ranks announced what was needed, she didn't hesitate to offer her help. "I don't know how to hunt, but I can gather firewood," Vellia offered. She wasn't known for her loud voice, and for all she knew, no one had even paid her any notice. She was a warrior, not cut out for speaking or even most chores, but her axe would be helpful for this task.

She started with finding the smaller dried branches that littered the surrounding area. They would need something smaller to initiate the fire more easily, she figured, unless they used magic to start it...she didn't know if they would, as she was not familiar with their methods. Then was the fun part. She found a recently felled log that had been completely uprooted. She released the clip that held her axe at her hip and began chopping the wood into usable pieces. When she had about ten good sized chunks of wood, she brought them over so the fire could be started, and continued cutting the wood until the only remains of the tree were the roots, which were virtually useless.

As she sat at the fire, Vellia pulled out her whetstone, still keeping to herself, and began sharpening her axe. It could still be used, though cutting trees was not what a weapon like this was made for. If her axe were simply iron, that would be a different story, but this was meant to be much more. A beautifully elegant yet lethal heavyset metal blade. It was as much a work of art as it was a weapon, and she made sure to take care of it to the best of her ability.