"Nae open flame," advises Mahe, who stops the group around sunset. "There are worse things than wolves in these woods. Now if'n you'll excuse me, I've got some trees to talk to. I'll have some food for ye all in aboot an hour." Mahe walks a small distance into the woods, and quickly looses himself in the comforting darkness of the trees. He's always liked it at night. The wolves and the cool breeze bring back memories. He frowns. Like of that night. He hasn't seen Vanim in a long time now- too long. He'll send another of his friends searching for her, but he expects about as much success as the last time. He sighs.
"Tir," he says, and the golden eagle lands on his arm. Vanim had introduced them. "Keep an eye out while I meditate." The eagle takes off again, staying close to watch over him. Tirthoron will never leave he thinks, and the thought helps settles his mind. He kneels in the pine needles, sweeping a portion of forest floor clean, and begins drawing symbols in the dirt- drudic letters.
An hour or so later, he returns. "I have dinner," he announces, holding out a handful of berries. "Eat. It will last you for all the next day."
Prepare new spells; drop entangle to prepare goodberry.
