Timestamp 60th of Spring, 510 A.V.
Sturlin was crouched in a cave, the cave he had spent his time in most recently. Soon it would be time for him to move back into the woods. Francis did not like it here, and there was not enough game for him to keep himself in business. In the passed five days he had collected less pelts than were available during an average day within the woods. While there were plenty of animals in the area he apparently lacked the knowledge to hunt them among bare rock.
Supplies and the detritus of a prolonged occupation littered the cave. The hunter had built a small fire pit under a natural chimney in the rock, on the northern side of the cave. It was sheltered from view by the mouth of the cave and only a small amount of smoke contaminated the air of the temporary home. Mr. Pickles and Francis were outside with the Tent. For some reason sleeping in a cave made him nervous, but spending his days there was convenient.
The magician had decided to conduct an experiment here, in the firelight, before departing. His time had come. Sturlin had recently realized that he had become complacent. Great leaps and bounds were not made with safety nets. Ambitious plans had formed within his mind which required a greater devotion and effort than had been displayed throughout the spring.
Before exploring the uncharted territory before him he thought it wise to relax his body and mind. Crossing his legs on the bare earthen floor he rested his hands on his knees and gazed deeply into the fire. It began by allowing the flickering light to mesmerize him. The lazy cracking and popping of wood as the flames devoured it lulled his senses. A cool breeze flitted through the cave from the entrance, causing the flames to dance more wildly and sent goosebumps along his flesh.
Breathing in the light, inhaling the traces of smoke and clean spring air, he allowed his eyes to slip shut. The warmth of the fire combined with the lullaby performed by the logs to soothe his stress. Each breath took with it his worries and cares, to be devoured by the flame. More fuel for the fire. It would be some time before he was disciplined enough to center himself with swiftness. By the time he was mentally prepared for the task at hand the sun had dipped below the horizon. Two hours had passed.