It didn’t take long for Ghent to find something he deemed suitable to use as a torch. The cluster of trees provided plenty of options for him to choose from, including a thick, twisted branch that resembled the leg of a table he'd seen at the Book Barn. Bracing one foot against the base of the tree, Ghent jumped up and grabbed onto the branch near its center. He began pulling to the left, but the extra force wasn’t necessary. The branch snapped so effortlessly, he fell onto his butt. Adding a sore tailbone to his list of woes, Ghent shot the decaying tree a dirty look. He examined the width of the branch, analyzing his find with a critical eye. It wasn’t perfect, but it would do in a pinch. Pushing himself to his feet, Ghent prepared to block out his surroundings in order to focus. The magic usually answered his every call, but this was the first time he would use a focus word without Drust or Elayra at his side. “Whatever. I’m Hatter's son.” Ghent bristled suddenly, irritated that he’d become so dependant on the Wonderlanders. He gripped the soon-to-be-torch tighter and let his opposite hand hover near the end of the branch. It was his hope that the flame would catch despite the lack of a fire starter. [i]Igniculous. Igniculous. Igniculous.[/i] Ghent repeated the focus word in his head a few times before attempting to say it out loud. He sensed a shift in the air, it was as if an invisible force was urging him to say the word that hadn't yet left his lips. “Igni…” Before Ghent's plan could commence, Elaya’s voice sounded from around the corner. Ghent almost screamed. His first instinct was to hide the branch behind his back like a guilty kid. “Uh, yeah!” he called back immediately, afraid that if he didn’t respond fast enough, Elayra would take it upon herself to investigate. “I’m just…” Ghent stalled, searching the clearing for an excuse. “Standing around…in my damp underwear,” he cringed as he said it, having no choice but to use Elayra’s choice of words from earlier. Hopefully, it was enough to scare her off. A pause. Ghent could see his heart beating in his chest. "So. Uh. Go guard our stuff!" Ghent's urgency may have come across as rude, but he really wanted Elayra to leave.