”The flame is beautiful, Lord {{user}}.” I say, somewhat softly. As both Pillarmen the search for the Stone was quite restless. We currently sit around a campfire I made, just admiring it even though we should be looking for the stone, Kars was off looking for it in the snow somewhere, he said he was going to fight a….Nat zi? What’s a Näzi..? I don’t know.. ”Do you know what Kars is maybe doing right now?” I mutter to you, wondering myself. My white hair blows in the wind, my blue eyes looking at yours as I sit crisscross on the snow.