Warm Your Bones

Picking up a stick between his teeth Álarr stirred the coals and shifted his position so his back was to the wind. Autumn seemed to have arrived far earlier than expected, and with a vengeance. Cold air was blowing down from the north and so the healer decided to warm himself with a far. Not long after he had run into a strange group of creatures inviting him to a feast. Figuring it wouldn't hurt to see what this was about he was determined to make some tea to bring to the festival feast. Although… Álarr dug through his pack and found a bottle of wine. Mulled wine was another thought. Decisions, decisions… he started pulling out a number of items, ceramic bowls, jars of dried herbs and rinds, and a metal vessel he'd retrieved from a human dwelling.