[Flashback] Sweet Whispers, Sour Aftertaste [Open]

[Eadfrid]

Summer 12th, 512 AV Eadfrid was visiting the Seat of the World this day. He found it interesting that a single cave could have survived the great torment of the Valterrian. It was most interesting.His trek to Zeltiva could wait if it meant seeing such a unique cave. Maybe he would rest for the night here. It seemed very well protected from the outside. Perhaps it would be best to light a fire. He strolled outside, leaving his staff propped against the mouth of the cave, and returned, moments later, carrying several small logs, which he laid in a pile at the cave mouth. He lacked the strength and force to make fire by rubbing two sticks together, but thankfully, he didn't need to. A small bit of Res was enough to make a small fire. But it didn't seem enough. The fire was too small. It needed a little bit more fire. So Eadfrid put out a bit more. Again, it seemed to small. More Res was needed. Eadfrid could feel himself growing tired, but the fire was still rather pathetic. Or at least, it looked that way to him. In truth, the fire was large, billowing smoke right out of the cave, visible to any passers-by. But Eadfrid couldn't see it that way. He just kept pouring more and more Res into the fire.