Pitching A Tent... Not That Kind of Tent

Áskell bounded along after the man since the fire was only a short ways away and it wouldn't take long for his dad to come along and maul the guy if he was mean. Plus, Áskell felt like he was a pretty decent fighter anyway. He watched as the man placed the bowl on the fire and started adding ash to it. Áskell quickly followed suit, using a stick to scoop some ash into the bowl. This was kind of fun. He watched with fascination as the mixture started to turn black. He would've been tempted to keep adding ash but at one point Wyndelin stopped him and so he set his stick aside and waited to learn what the next step was. Right now it didn't look very sticky or useful and it smelt pretty bad.