[center][h1][color=39b54a]Bastian Felstead[/color][/h1][/center] Bastian's snowy homeland had made him rather accustomed to the cold, but as he tried again and again to get even one measly spark to catch on the leaves the icy wind was becoming too much for even him to handle. He could feel his hands begin to sting from the cold as he tried in vane to produce even so much as a small flame. Then, everything went still. Leaves drifted to the ground around them as the wolfborn finally became visible. It was just as he had thought. There were far too many for them to handle, so what were they waiting for? A solitary red leaf slowly drifted to the ground in front of him. As soon as it finished its descent, the wolfborn began surging forward. Bastian's eyes widened in panic and he began vigorously scraping the fling and steel together praying to whatever god that would listen that just one spark out of a hundred would catch. His prayers were soon answered when a single spark landed on a leaf, glowed for half a second, and then produced a small flame. This small flame quickly grew, however, as it devoured the dry leaves that coated the ground. Bastian had to move back a bit, but his plan had worked. The wolfborn had no interest of nearing the blaze. He had bought them at least a bit more time. As they hid behind the flames, Col said something about following him to a glowing rock. Bastian turned and only then noticed Marque sitting over by this glowing rock that Col had spoken of. There was no doubt in his mind now. Magic was definitely at play here. Bastian knew of the existence of magic, but it was never something he would bet his life on. There was, however, a first time for everything. Not to mention their options were very, very limited. As Bastian followed close behind Col on their way over to Marque and his rock, Bastian offered a response to Col's second statement. [color=39b54a]"I'll take my chances with the burns. Burns I can cure. I have yet to reattach a limb."[/color] [hider=Gear] Blanket 3 days of rations Flask Flint and Steel Kindling Rope Knife Cloak Medical Bag [/hider]