“Ah, that’s right he could write couldn’t he?” Pylia says as she sets up a sort of shower curtain for you. “Buddy, could you help me gather some dry sticks for a fire?” Buddy nodded and walked away for a bit to gather the sticks. Pylia had a bit of tinder she used to start a small fire, but they’d need more to heat up the pot of river water. Once she was set up all she needed was to wait for Buddy to come back. “So... That dream you had, it was about Buddy?”