[ He doesn't need more encouragement than that. It is cold. Nash's magic manifests around his left hand, swirling sparks of orange energy, which gather and then disperse, more flashy then he would like.
The firewood bursts into obliging flames, which jump briefly before dying down, still noticeably brighter than before. ]
It'll make us easier to spot, I think, but at this point, I'll trade that for a bit of comfort.
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The firewood bursts into obliging flames, which jump briefly before dying down, still noticeably brighter than before. ]
It'll make us easier to spot, I think, but at this point, I'll trade that for a bit of comfort.