[h2][center]Oswald Connoly- Survival [/center][/h2]

Yep, that...that was about what he expected. He'd heard a bit about this girl. Nothing truly [i]bad[/i], but enough to know that conversing with her wouldn't lead to a..."normal" conversation. As he looked at Sangue, some wood started piling up, courtesy of his lovely assistants. Kneeling down to grab a few bits that he could cut down to serve as tinder, Oswald drew his sword as he started to speak. 

"I'm Oswald...Oswald Connoly." Taking a short breath as he began peeling strips of bark off to serve as tinder, Oswald glanced back at Sangue. "Would you be able to help? I'm...trying to start a signal fire. I need...leaves, anything that makes smoke. Could you get something for me?" Talking, especially while doing something, was starting to get a bit tiresome. 

He could not wait until he was done healing.