Falling like ashes to the ground

Bajie chuckled, he tried to imagine himself sleeping up in a tree, but that just would never work. No even if not for his fear of falling, he tossed and turned way too much in his sleep. Which would mean almost certainly an outcome of him falling if he dared to try and sleep up in some large tree. Though there was also the whole thing about being comfortable. It was hard enough to do on the ground, let alone up on some hard and lumpy tree limb.

Well, you’re friend must not move much in their sleep if they can manage sleeping up in a tree. Then he raised an eyebrow at the comment about setting a tent on fire and the thing about trees and torches. I’m almost afraid to ask how one manages that, beyond general stupidity of course. He glanced over at the Eluvian, he hated using the things. He thought about going back the long way, but he wasn’t exactly geared for such a trip. He tried to push the thought from his mind and focus on his conversation with Megara and smoking. The smoking definitely made him feel better.

I have a friend, fairly new to magic, since this whole veil coming down nonsense. Tried to use a water spell to douse a campfire, used fire instead and nearly caught the whole camp on fire, including singeing his eyebrows a bit. He said, chuckling to himself as he thought about it and then took another drag on his pipe.