Srax growls in frustration, tossing another sodden branch away. Be it from condensation or weather, everything he'd found was too damp to catch. And there'd hardly be enough refuse fit to cushion them all.
"Oh, pyromancy?" Srax visibly lightens up, turning to face Luxord. "That makes things easier. I wasn't going to get anywhere with this striker, not with wood like this. Thanks."
He stands, stuffing the implement in question back into his pack. After a moment's consideration, he leaves the pick there too. His hands are going to be full anyway if he's doing his job right.
Seeing the goblin rapidly cobble together a shelter made Srax pause. Strictly speaking, they didn't
need it - there was a perfectly serviceable shelter in the form of the room they'd woken up in earlier. If you could ignore the bloodstains, at least. And the possibility of whatever had created them coming back again.
Actually, new shelter was probably a good idea.
Regardless, the goblin had demonstrated a startling capacity for inventive construction. The kobold considers providing his tent to the goblin as raw material, but decides against it - they'll need it if anyone has to travel more than a day's journey away from the camp. But he could keep an eye out for other useful materials while out looking for firewood.
Wouldn't be worth much if they all froze during the night, though. Wood first. Other goodies if he spots them, but the fire needs to stay going.
"Back in twenty," he indicated before loping into the forest proper. Hopefully Aibhlinn had had better luck in the more sheltered area.
(OOC: Sorry for late response. Busy couple of days and I wasn't sure who to wait for exactly. Suppose I'll roll Survival on gathering useful material, focusing on dry wood. That's not too general a roll, is it?)
(EDIT: Redeemed!)
