[center][b] Das the Rolling Stone [/b][/center]
[center][i]The rolling stone gathers no moss; also it is a kick-ass band -- Proverb[/i][/center]

	Das appeared behind Ellyn and poked her back to get her attention, turning only slightly to see if the white canvas covered Vivian was disturbed by the outburst. He laughed remembering the late night misadventure and went back to poking Ellyn. 

	When her screaming subsided and his ears were left in a silent throbbing he finally spoke as he jutted a chin towards the smoke, “smoke in the distance means the fire isn't under your feet, the screaming won’t change that.”

	He shot her an amber eyed wink and gave her shoulder a hefty pat before walking off to collect his rucksack by a black pit where a fire once roared.