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Ohthere stands axe in hand squinting in the darkness. He is loath to light one of his few torches but he is practiced in holding torch and shield handle together while others may not have had the need to do so in the past, so begrudgingly he kneels down and lays his backpack out in front of him. Pulls a torch and his tinderbox from it. The warmth of the tinderbox telling him the spark of fire still breaths within. He takes a quick look around then directs his attention to the torch. The scout touches tinder to torch and blows gently until the smolder is passed to the torch. He quickly reclasps his tinder and begins blowing on the torch until smoke and glow turns to fire. Replacing tinder and backpack he looks around and nods at anyone looking.
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