[b][center][color=#17c311][h3][i]Cyneburg[/i][/h3][/color]
[color=#17c311]Location: [/color]The caravan
[color=#17c311]Interacting with: [/color]The Fire, Keystone and one of his pots[/center][/b]

Cyne saw Keystone scoop up a potful of mud and water before rushing into the building and she got the idea. Use the preexisting water and nonflammable mud to put out the fire before it gets out of hand. She didn't really pay attention to the conversation or magic because of the more pressing issue (fire raging in the place where they're supposed to be resting tonight). What did surprise her was Keystone coming out of the building with a charred, probably unconscious half-orc. Well then, that certainly brings up more questions. But irrelevant questions for the time being.

She crouched down and scooped up a bit potful of mud. Cyneburg wasn't necessarily someone you wanted doing heavy lifting, and even though this was just a single cast iron pot filled with water and mud, it was really heavy (for her). The druid took in a deep breath and pulled up childhood memories of having to bring in pailfuls of water from a nearby brook back to the house for a stew her mama would be cooking for supper to spur her on into the house as quickly as her legs would carry her. The heat came over her like a wave as she looked about for the best place to dump the water. She ran over to a burning support pillar, and used the momentum of her travel to fling the contents of the pot on the flames with a comforting sound that was somewhere between a sizzle and a sploosh. Now with a much lighter pot, the druid ran back out of the building to gather up more mud for the next run.