Ghent gripped his half of rope tightly, wincing every time the Knight moved. 
	"He's waking up!" he hissed the obvious, making a loop with the rope while Elayra tied Drust's hands. It should have been simple enough to do, but Ghent was shaking so badly he could barely get a knot started.
	Unsurprisingly, Elayra finished first. Ghent expected her to take over for him, but she was returning to their abandoned woodpile.
	"You're[i] leaving me?[/i]" 'Whiny toddler' was beginning to fit. Fingers numb with cold, Ghent wrapped the rope around and above Drust’s boots and pulled so it was taut. He bit his bottom lip as he worked, silently praying for the man to stay asleep as he tied the rope off in a lopsided, bulky knot.
	"Let's see how tough you are now," Ghent muttered, pushing himself up to stand. He kept a wary eye on Drust's slumbering form as he retrieved the piece of wood from the ground. Either Drust was still out of it, or he was playing possum. Shivering at the thought, Ghent turned and hurried to regroup with Elayra.
	As he neared her, Ghent overheard the repeated the focus word. He hoped for a spark, but nothing happened. He frowned at his sneakers, knowing what her failure meant. It meant the task fell to him.
	“Do I have a choice?” Ghent set the magical log aside, squinting at what he assumed was a cotton ball. He looked to her for an explanation, but most of her face was covered in shadow. They were both being swallowed by the darkness. 
	“Any way to do this without burning the entire forest down?” Ghent ran a hand through his layered mess of hair, reluctant to conjure the element by the use of magic. He didn't like fire. Like Drust, it was deadly and unpredictable.