The sort of folk 'round here

Álarr took thr root from Afi and added it to one of his ceramic bowls. He was rooting about looking for the antler he used as a mortar and pestle when a small man approached and greeted him. Álarr quickly recognized the other as a fellow pack mate. He smiled warmly and beckoned the man closer. "I am indeed, my name is Álarr Imperialis, a healer. What of you? And there is no need to worry about the fire, it is contained and if treated with respect should remain within the fire ring." He gestured to the stones surrounding the base of the fire. He could understand the mans apprehension. When he was first learning to start fires himself it had been both awe inspiring and frightening. A few early burns swiftly taught him respect and not to rest to easy around the flames.