[h3][color=a2d39c][b][center]Ntaj Zoov Yaaj[/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[Center][color=a2d39c][b]Location:[/b][/color] Gorlf Northern Territory
[color=a2d39c][b]Actions:[/b][/color] Making a fire[/center]

For a short while Ntaj just watched the others go about their business, staying out of the way as they made a makeshift camp. Since they were only stopping temporarily, Ntaj figured they wouldn't break out the tents of tables. Chairs at most. It was fine with Ntaj, he's eaten underneath a rock once due to a bugbear horde on the approach. Nasty business. As Ntaj held onto Honey he heard the pugilist that Cyneburg spoke about say things. But once more his dialect and slang were too much for Ntaj to understand, and he only caught a few words. Goose, fire, guts, and help. That last word, combined with the others, were really all that Ntaj needed to get the jist of what the man wanted. Walking over to the man Ntaj dropped his gear onto the wagon, keeping only his weapons and shield. He still held Honey, and in fact held the badger out towards the man so he could see the sleepy creature.

[color=a2d39c]"Ntaj make fire. Honey eat guts."[/color]

With that said Ntaj put the badger with his things and went to go start the fire. Using what he was allowed, Ntaj was easily able to get the fire started. It was a crackling flame, which Ntaj made sure not to use anything that would produce smoke. They were still in dangerous territory after all, and he wouldn't want the orcs to see their campfire and investigate. Though Ntaj did use the opportunity to take out one of his pipeweeds and give it a long drag. Doing so made him get the munchies, but he stayed near the warm fire as his eyes started to get a bit glassy.