Finding what is lost

She sighed. A conundrum before her, two problems... three. Focus on the one in front of her now. Charlie, charlie, charlie charlie.

She paused her poking, finding nothing in the ashes. She decided to take a smaller step back than Bas and imagined the motions Charlie would have done to start a project. He would have planned one out and picked out his materials... Got it, got it, then he would have fed the fire with wood and added coal and pulled the string to get the bellows going...

"Coal!! There's no coal! You can't get a hot enough fire for the smithing without coal! Where do you get more?" She asked turning to Bas and looking up. Her eyes were bright with ideas, finally set on the problem at hand.

"Speech"