"Healing isn't my forté." Baldur said, keeping his back turned towards Jameson still as he collected sticks. This whole situation was going downhill fast and to make matters worse he was stuck with a bunch of goody two shoes who were trying to get a lame horse out of the mud. This trip was going so perfectly until they got to this mudded area.

Eventually Baldur got enough sticks together just in time to see one of the other Caravan passengers create a large force field over the group.

"Show off.." Baldur thought to himself as he arranged his sticks in a campfire like position and lit them aflame using his own magics. It wasn't some spectacular fire but instead a small steady stream that he used to begin to dry the sticks and eventually get a decent fire going. "Any of you that don't intend to keep wasting time with the horse, how about you help me get some more wood for the fire." Baldur said as he went out to collect some bigger looking logs for his fire.