[h2]Chambala[/h2]

 Chambala's expression was dead calm, but damn if inside her she wasn't laughing so strong she'd crack a rib right now. Calieo just gave them a display worthy of a bard tale, going on about happy go round poem about a cluthz that somehow saves a princess and get's her hand in marriage through sheer bumbling about and overpowered luck. She then smiled and in move as she followed afte rthe weird woman, moved to pick the helmet. She had followed where it went and she had a use for the metal in this helmet even if it was old and rusty. Wiht a file or fine stone she could scrape the rust and turn it into part of her training equipment in the forest... or teh scarecrow actually could use it quite well. It was a thing worthy of being tied to a wooden and strat doll.

 "Anyhow fire's a double edged sword... though the fact you can make it at will is good." Chambala said ot Denise." It's going to be useful when we prepare to camp later. It will save us time from getting the firepit up and running." She smiled, returning to her blissful enjoyment of nature and the old helmet, wondering who's it was. 

 "I can make this into one fine trap actually too..." She mumbled to herself." Bind it to a doll of leaves, branches and rope, then make it ignite everything it touches... mmm.. maybe better to have the rusty metal shatter violently though, but scraches from rust kill slowly and make hte prey not good to eat..." She mumbled to herself, pondeirng hte question.

 "So wish they didn't blow that bridge..." She sighed and shook her head, realizing how much problems she had now because someone had decided to be a douchebag. She was a forest dweller, these wars had nothing to do with her dammit. She lived alone, didn't hinder anyone and generally was benefiting the civilized people with forest produce such as pelts, forest herbs, fruits and all other manner of foraging finds.