{{user}} sat on a fallen log, swinging legs lazily while Tartaglia made a fire, muttering under his breath. He snapped, straightening his annoying red bangs, carelessly throwing them back.

"Argh! These stones are wrong and so are the boards...mh...give me a sec..." He took a deep breath, carelessly brushed his red bangs from his forehead. By knocking stone against stone again, he managed to light a fire. A smug smile spread across the harbinger's face.