... and they did. They walked for no more than an hour or so, had gained some altitude and were above Wistvale in a somewhat wooded area. The wind was cool and refreshing and the sky was a delicate blue. A gorgeous day that would likely get quite hot as it went down.
Grayell had not said much but stopped and dropped his bundle on the ground. He leaned his blade against a tree and looked about with his hands on his hips.
Alright, this should do nicely. You ready to begin then?
I did. You don't need one. Or rather, you are not permitted to use one until I say so. If that's not agreeable, then you and I are done. No hard feelings of course, but that's the first of my demands before I teach you anything.
"Well, I'd love to help with that, but if you haven't noticed, the trees are harder than my hands. But I'll try..."
Zane goes and starts picking up small sticks, to use for first catching on fire, and then he goes in search of good sized chunks of wood, trying to remember where the 'camp' was
Grayell shakes his head, chuckling. He simply finds a nice patch of mossy grass to lay on, slips a long piece of grass into his mouth and waits, watching the clouds pass by.
Zane makes his way deeper into the forest, and he finds a 'few' trees, but nothing that he thought that he'd be able to break into chunks by hand
"This is just ridiculous... I could try and use my magic, but the whole point of this is learn how to get on without it..."
Suddenly, he sees a smaller, skinny tree that looks like he might be able to take it. He grabs ahold of it and pulls it, when suddenly it snaps and he falls to his ass, holding the broken tree. He then sets about kicking, hitting, and doing whatever it takes to snap it into pieces of decent size.
"Well, that's a start, I guess... Should probably try and find a few more"
Zane continues, breaking any tree that he finds that is small enough, and then, when he has enough, he makeshis way back to Grayell, holding a large stack of skinny logs
Grayell turns his head with a half closed eye, chewing his grass. He remains laying down, arms folded behind his back.
Huh. Utterly useless. If it's standing, more often than not it's still alive or too wet to burn. You might want just pick up whatever is laying around. If it's too big, just drag it back.
Zane sighs and drops the load of wood outside their 'camp', and then goes back to the woods.
"Not good enough, he says... Bah, he likely knows best... Still, it's flarbing annoying"
He finds enough downed trees to last a lifetime, and begins dragging back the choicest pieces of them, hoping that this time, they met Grayell's approval.
Grayell sits up as Zane manages to bring in enough firewood for his intentions. He looks at the mage, now covered in dust and dirt and smiles.
It takes some time, but Grayell says nothing as he goes about starting a fire with a hand drill. He is sweating by the end of it and it is not a simple task, but the end result is a humble fire.
He unfolds his parcel and takes out a battered tin cup and a bladder. He pours water from the bladder into the cup and then rests it at the corner of the fire. He sits, watches it for a moment and then looks over at Zane.
Alright. Find a length of wood. The closest thing to a sword you can spot.
Zane walks back to the woods and tries to find a stick that is around the right size. He makes sure to test it first, so as not to bring back a half-rotten stick. Once he finds one that works, he makes his way back to Grayell at the fire