[ Ezell begins immediately by not putting his stuff down on the cold, wet, dirty floor, thank you very much. Instead, he eyeballs out the area, and stomps a bit on some of the parts that's more dirt than rocks to make it flatter, and moving aside any loose stone that's too sharp or large or bumpy.

Once finished, he just reaches around to grab at the tied up tarp to the side of his hiking bag. He unravels it simply by taking one end and throwing it out like one does their own bedsheets, and lets it flutter to the ground. It flattens fairly easily, and only then is he content enough to put his bag down. ]

Oh, I have charcoal, if you'd like it to last some time. Since Mister Enciodes passed along the animals to me, I have to take care of them now, and some of them eat coal and charcoal. Flamebringer is kind of having a blast having something to intentionally burn.

[ He pulls out a tuna can with a very charred piece of wood slathered with alcohol inside. ] I have about three of these, but they're easy enough to make even while we're out here. They burn for about two hours and will make using our camping stove easy.